Just when Boccismo! couldn't possibly be any cooler...

We fucking turn that shit AROUND. I couldn't write a better account of last night's game if I tried. (Also, I was rehearsing, so I SADLY SADLY SADLY missed this incredible night.) Bucket reports:

THIS IS BOCCISMO!

Congrats on a HUGE win last night. Boccismo! was in extreme crisis mode as 7:30 rolled around. Paul (that bag of cocks that was giving Brian such a hard time about rescheduling the game) was practicing for at least a good 20 minutes before the game started, lobbing his balls down the court and giving it a lovely texture resembling that of the fucking moon. Through holidays and a little bit of miscommunication, Boccismo! was down one player but still decided to take on The Readers even with a slight handicap. Two points into the game (our two points, by the way), Cockbag-Paul freaks out and says that we're breaking the rules and if we win the game with only three players then we forfeit the win.

FUCK. THAT. GUY.

As Lou remained seated (out of fury, hemorrhoids or fear of going Incredible Hulk on Cockbag), Saltlick stepped it up and debated it out with Cb-P. Jeff would have taken a car down but by this time it was already after 8 and time was running out for everyone. Eventually, after an emergency call to Cap'n, we picked up this lovely lass named Lori who had never played bocce before but was on a bowling league. Although she wasn't stellar, Lori held our ground and helped Boccismo! pave the way for a 7- 2 win in the first game. The second game came down to 6-6 with Saltlick throwing the final winning throw. Victory has never tasted sweeter.

Gianni tasted blood this week. The war was intense but (as if there were any doubt) Boccismo! emerged victorious.

Congrats all around.