Thunderstorms, humidity and electrical wire interference over the side yard court didn't stop Spooge Ball 2010. The photo above was not the first, nor the last time that someone hung their balls and Spooge had to climb up from under them and yank 'em down.
While there was plenty of trash-talking, there was a definate lack of booing and heckling unlike when Dylan went electric in '65. It was game on from the get-go and maybe the trophy lady had a little something to do with the fact a rookie girl took home the spoils.
Walking into this year's tourney felt a lot like the scene from Hoosiers when Gene Hackman measures the court at Butler University to show the kids its the same size as the hard woods back in Hickory. In fact, one of Spooge's neighbors got lost driving up the alley and thought she was at Wimbledon.
The nuts and bolts of the ball tossing classic is that while I beat the Mrs. in our first round, she surfed the losers bracket all the way to the semi's before finally losing in a sharp tongued battle of trash talk with none other than the bride of last years champ. In the end the Snooze-fam couldn't claim back to back titles.
But no joke, I lost to this guy while he held his kid most of the game. The only time he put her down she took G's balls.
Ultimately I was not disappointed to fail at repeating last years rare-feat performance. After getting the axe from the losers bracket I hung out with these guys and told them about the time my friend Mark met Steven Tyler.
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