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PLAYING OPPORTUNITY FOR OUR (ALMOST)
FORTY-FIVE AND OVER PLAYERS!!!

We played in a ONE day "mini-tournament" on SATURDAY, April 3, at JACK RUSSELL "STADIUM" in Clearwater. We placed "second".

We asked our players to please wear a Batavia Muckdogs cap, white baseball pants, red socks and red t-shirts. We have jerseys to loan. We want to look great. You know my thinking: "If I look good, then it is not until the 3rd inning that the other team realizes that I have no talent!"

"Only maddogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun!"

Maddogs Wine

"Official Beverage of the
Manasota Maddogs!"

"Maddogs" by James Grady

"Official read of the
Manasota Maddogs!"

"Maddogs" by Jack Vettriano

"Official artwork of the
Manasota Maddogs!"

"Mad Dogs & Englishmen" by Joe Cocker

"Official "make-out music" of the
Manasota Maddogs!"
Does that "date" us or what!

Saint Denis of Paris
Patron saint of the rabid!

Our Official Cap

Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

In tropical climes
there are certain times
of day when all the citizens retire
to take their clothes off and perspire.
It's one of those rules
the greatest fools
obey because the sun is far too sultry
and one must avoid its ultry
-violet rays.

The natives grieve
when the white men leave
their huts
because they're obviously....definitely....nuts!
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

The Japanese don't care to;
the Chinese wouldn't dare to;
Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve till one
but Englishmen detest a
siesta.

In the Phillipines
they have lovely screens
to protect you from the glare.
In the Malay States
there are hats like plates
which the Britishers won't wear.
At twelve noon
the natives swoon
and no further work is done
but mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

It's such a surprise
for the Eastern eyes
to see that,
though the English are effete,
they're quite impervious to heat.
When the white man rides,
every native hides
in glee
because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree.

It seems such a shame
when the English claim
the Earth;
that they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
Ha-ha
Ho-ho
He-he
Hm-hm.
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

The toughest Burmese bandit
can never understand it
In Rangoon
the heat of noon
is just what the natives shun.
They put their Scotch or Rye down
and lie down.

In a jungle town
where the sun beats down
to the rage of man and beast
the English garb
of the English Sahib
merely gets a bit more creased.

In Bangkok
at twelve o'clock
they foam at the mouth and run
but mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

The smallest Malay rabbit
deplores this foolish habit.
In Hong Kong
they strike a gong
and fire off a noonday gun
to reprimand each inmate
who's in late.

In the mangrove swamps
where the python romps
there is peace from twelve till two.
Even caribous lie around and snooze for there's nothing else to do.
In Bengal
to move at all
is seldom if ever done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.

Stingers

Song by: Noel Coward

Graphic by Darryl Collins

"It takes guts to be nuts."

- James Grady