Once again, the world of Lowball has been rocked by new blood. Rising Wood, a ragtag trio of Connecticutians (aka the Moriarty triplets), took on the cagey veterans J-Mac, the Ox, and the reigning ROY Lucky Charms, collectively known as the Fell-O-Bunchers, in the first round of the MSC.

The game was an impressive display of power as the young Waste Haveners brought their laser show to the Friendly Confines. The FOB's found no answer on the mound; the ball couldn't near the zone without finding its way across the avenue previously known as Hugo Chavez Way.Read more

The Mid-Summer Classic happened. That much can be said with confidence. Whether it happened in style, or is likely ever to happen again is debatable. The "drama" surrounding this event was largely manufactured by a small contingent of wifflers who see the value in the ridiculousness of creating drama around a child's game being played by grown men. When the pretend drama becomes real drama it becomes, well... ridiculous.Read more

"It's not the destination, but the journey that counts"

Often in wiffle the story is not told by a final tally of runs but instead by what happens on the field. You could easily look at the score of this one and overlook the significance of the details.

After a week of drama, everyone was ready to play some plastic. The teams arrived at GapBridge to face off for the opportunity to play in the final game. The visiting Team Black Cloud was headed up by only two players, Black Cloud and Lonichiro. They were facing off against the home field Loggers featuring Tremendous Thompson, Chin Music, and West Coast.Read more

I stumbled, well more like fumbled, through the gates of HST's main entrance on the sunnyside of eleven, unsure if it was the continuation of the previous mess or the start of a new one. I knew, with great certainty, that there must be a game of wiffle to be played by the distinct lack of players on the field. The pitch of play, void of pedestrians of the petroleum based ball, had a lone, sad soul pushing a grass cutting device and audibly bitching about the day. "Wifflers, fuckin' wifflers, nothing changes."Read more

The game was billed as the "Big Gulp." A double header in which everything was supposed to be BIG. Big beers, big egos, big turn out. None of this manifested. What did turn out was a couple of big bats and some amazing play for a Friday night.Read more

If a LowBall fan is lucky, they will be privileged enough to witness at least one truly splendid wiffle moment in their lifetime. The sad and unspoken truth is that most will perish from the Earth having never experienced plastic perfection, a fact that certainly contributes to the constant unraveling of life as we know it. The honor was bestowed on those gathered in the mid Eastern hills of Bristol on the most marvelous day of July of 2009. The most famous male of the weekend, Chin Music, took center stage in the featured wifftravaganza. He went on to pitch a complete game in front of his home crowd while providing the offensive power to ensure his team's victory.Read more

These are the dog days of summer, when everything slows to a crawl. These are supposed to be the mediocre days of wiffle, not today, not this season.

LeBron may have held the mainstream media hostage for the last month, but The LowPress has steadfastly remained dedicated to chronicling what may be the most impressive LowBall season to date. Too often we fail to recognize significant events within the moment. Now I, celebrated wiffle journalist Hugh Wifflerton, am here to tell you, "pay attention, it gets no better than this." Those fans that braved the heat on Sunday were treated to yet another controversial classic at the Friendly Confines.Read more

With a week of build-up to the annual Wiffdependence game, the LowBall nation was out in force to see if the battle would live up to the hype. They were greeted by a freshly renovated Hunter S. Thompson field sporting the only beacher seating in LowBall. Once the cavalry had shepherded the masses to their seats, the action began.

Things were knotted at nil a piece after one with J-Mac and the Ox taking care of business. It would be the Loggers to put chalk on the board first, sending 2 across the monumental wooden home of HST in the second.
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The rain abated just before the 6 PM hard start called for by the Commish at The Friendly Confines. Hard start has become somewhat of a joke amongst Lowballers who are notoriously bad at telling time. The game got rolling some where around the 7 o'clock hour, and were it not the longest day of the year, would not have lasted the seven or so innings it did. By the time the sun nestled into the bosom of the Adirondaks, the Loggers wouldn't need more than seven to get the job done.

The game hardly deserves mentioning except for a few important highlights. The Commish unleashed a devastating show of wiffsmanship in his multiple extra base hits and multiple RBI game, and throwing for two innings with only one run crossing the plate.Read more

In the heat and the wind of a Vermont summer's day, the Lagers and the Loggers treated the Ox Fest fan(s) to a marathon classic filled with controversy, intrigue, and incoherence.

The Lagers rolled into Burnham Field coming off the bitter loss endured at the Friendly Confines Epic. Many questions surrounded the team following a chaotic two week departure from play, with Hot Rod apparently changing his name to Black Cloud and the surprise release of the all star Lonichiro.Read more