Softball Diaries 70: An Arvo (or Two) with Todd Dixon

Hear the Diaries like never before: IN HD SUPER-CRISP AUDIO. Todd Dixon, an Aussie, a tour manager, and a bloomin' Sixers fan, is also a sound engineer. His talents are on display here, mate. I'm pretty sure he bugged Buco's house cause there were mics and equipment everywhere—and constant checking of 'the levels'. Our thanks to Todd for bringing us into the modern age of podcasting. Learn about why Todd dropped out of uni, what tour he will be managing in the fall, and gibberish American and Australian words. Also included is a 40 minute recap of Kleger's home-run, Todd saying funny sounding Australian cities, and Buco challenging him on the origin of Canadian or US things. Wherever you are, whether kneeling, standing, or putting water bottles down under tables, have a walkabout and take a listen.

Softball Diaries 69: Kate is La La Leaving

The Cormorant has graduated from Philadelphia and it's time to celebrate good times. Kate is a natural leader, three-time league MVP and leaves as the winningest captain of all-time. We dish on Jesus, Staples, and setting alarms. Listen for some Billy Joel trivia, how Kate would kill an intruder, and scratch off lotto luck. Bye byee

Softball Diaries 68: Here's Jonny

Like a greatest hits podcast happening in realtime, this one has got it all: You like the recaps? We go for two. You like an interview? Newcomer Jonny shows up, talks. You want us to play a game WITH special guests? Jonny and Siebel battle the hypothetical in WWJ(or J)D?; where only Steph can judge. Do we draw a line from psychology to thermal valves to hoagies and a nice mitt? Almost. Listen for that and Jonny making the ultimate choice between money and George Clooney. Ay dios mio.

Softball Diaries 67: Thatcher, Thatcher, Softball Snatcher

The second coming of Thatcher! Last time Thatchmo was on the 'cast he was a doe-eyed, happy-go-lucky, wet-behind-the-ears, never-been-kissed, cherub-boy-king. Years (years!) later we check-in with the mature adult he has become. Gross fills in for Buco, who is scouting talent in Catalonia. We yap about what you need to sacrifice to create, death, permanency, regiment driven generation of achievement. Legacy weighs in on every moment of Thatcher's life, and yeah bro it is heavy. Listen as well for the 'Thatcher Celebrity Trivia Game' and talking corn-dogs! Did we create the Great American Podcast?

Softball Diaries 66: Mr. Martino Goes to Port Richmond, Fishtown, Tacony, Lawncrest, Bridesburg, Northwood and Mayfair

Back for more in 2018. Kicking off the new season of softball and Dairies (season seven!), Buco and Kleg are stumping for Dan Martino. We politicize the podcast with pro-choice, anti-gun, socialist free weed pieces (not really...mostly!). We recap a collapse, the return of the Shiss, Krone being Krone, Gross being gross, Daniels being stormy, etc. Find out what Martino stands for and what he wishes to accomplish. Visit https://www.martinoforstaterep.com/ to get involved, be sure to vote on May 15th and listen today!!

Softball Diaries 65: SLEAZE PLAY!

This week we break down the 'cult classic', Squeeze Play! No interview, just a rollicking panel of experts who hate-watched this softball movie. How did this movie get made? We attempt to answer. Thanks to Zak Krone, Justin Siebel, Stef, and Erika for helping to understand and legitimize this haphazardly constructed battle of sexes comedy went wrong. Squeeeeze play.

Softball Diaries 64: Papa Ricci's Last Resort

Ed Ricci is an honest man who likes the simple things: a gin and diet ginger ale, sports talk radio, dressing up like Frank Sinatra. Ed remembers the golden years of Conshohocken, and knows exactly why things are no longer great (to daughter Stephanie's discomfort). Steph's parents' first date is unbelievably perfect, unlike Ed's opinion of Buco! Oh yeah! A classic Dad episode, sure to enlighten, amuse, and question why we live in the big city when Conshohocken has a bar with Ed as the bartender AND the beer-olympics. We also recap three or four games. Papa, Papa, Papa-Ricci!