The Funk

There's a fine line between being in a funk and getting funky.
Every South Oakland Duck of the North Side is one breakout at bat away from getting funky at the plate.

A hand full of Duck's are only one swing away from getting down right funky at the dish, with full out ride on that grand funk railroad.

That was hard played game last night on both sides of the Duck pond.
All we needed was one ball to splash our way, and we win that game by tight margin.

The ice cream man screwed us

..with a fat snow cone delivery, to a big customer down at the first base.
And the big guy ate it right up, that is, once he realized it was on the God damn house.

But it felt good to see the Ducks battle against a worthy opponent, even if those opponents were mostly made up of few ex-cons, some guy that apparently wears a thong, Kenny Powers and of course Pete Chaaafflin.

Black Sox or Black Ski masks ?

Duck's were robbed of victory last night.

But the Duck's were mighty close to putting on
their own Duck masks to do the thieving themselves.

There was no lull last night, no question what we were out for, no hesitation to Quack, and no lack of spirit.

Feel the Funk.

The the Captain and the Funk Doctor

feelin' Funky.

There's a long history here with the Ducks.

..and there's still a lot of history to be made here with the Ducks.

Independence day is upon us

...and some foot stomping music is going to get us in the groove.

As KT was phrasing it.. "Don't be afraid to be great"

~ Squints