The drive from Madison to Des Moines was quite the odyssey, I must say. Mildred, Ethel, Agatha, and the rest of us piled into Mildred's ancient VW Microbus, affectionately dubbed "Old Bessie," and set off on our grand adventure. Now, you must understand, Mildred's driving skills are, shall we say, unique. We found ourselves careening down the highway at a pace that would put a racecar driver to shame, much to Ethel's dismay, who clung to her rosary beads for dear life.
As we made our way through the heartland of America, we decided to stop at a quaint little truck stop for a spot of lunch. Oh, but what a curious place it was! We found ourselves surrounded by burly truckers with names like "Big Rig Bob" and "Diesel Dave," who regaled us with tales of their travels across the country. Mildred, ever the social butterfly, struck up a conversation with a particularly eccentric trucker named "Slick Willie," who had a penchant for spinning yarns about the glory days of baseball.
But our lunchtime escapades took a rather unexpected turn when Agatha discovered a rather peculiar hole in the bathroom stall. "What on earth could this be for?" she exclaimed, much to our bewilderment. We speculated wildly, from secret codes to clandestine messages, but the mystery remained unsolved. Oh, the joys of life's little mysteries!
But I digress, my darlings, for we did not embark on this journey solely for the thrill of truck stop adventures. No, we came to witness the spectacle of baseball, and what a spectacle it was! The Wolves put on quite the show, led by the indomitable Ramón González, who pitched a gem of a game, allowing no runs and striking out six batters over 6.2 innings. And let us not forget the heroics of Manuel Torres, whose seventh-inning home run sealed the deal for Madison.
As the final out was recorded and the Wolves emerged victorious with a score of 2-1, we rose to our feet with cheers and applause, our hearts filled with pride for our beloved team. And as we made our way back to Old Bessie, tired but exhilarated, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the wonderful companionship of my dear friends.
And so, my darlings, as we bid farewell to Des Moines and look ahead to the rest of our journey across the league, let us cherish these moments of joy and camaraderie, for they are the true treasures of life.
Diesel Dave says good-bye to the silver foxes after
explaining the gloryness of the mystery hole
With warmest regards,
Gertie
