The following is what's been going on with Mike Walsh since the end of the league, in his own words.

"Well I never thought of myself as a short Chinese girl, but there I am, in living...well, in black and white anyways.

"It was an honor to be involved in this wiffleball league. It's a fact, this was the greatest wiffleball league in the history of mankind. Don't let other leagues fool you, talking about the ball with holes only on one side. That ball is strictly for vagina boys. Anyone can throw a huge curve/sink/rise ball with that thing. What's the point? The Cosom Fun Ball brought a more realistic, baseball-like atmosphere to The Sac, and previously for me, Palm Gardens. More on that later.

"To be honest, I thought I would come over to The Sac and have great success. No disrespect to any of the vets there, but I had put up some #s at Palm Gardens (which had a closer pitcher's mound). The differences between fields were subtle, but important. #1 was the massive strikezone at The Sac. #2 was the bigger field #3 was the fact that we played 3-5 times a week and my right shoulder was shredded coming in. After struggling in my rookie campaign ("Biggest Disappointment"...thanks guys) things were in my head. I was fucking pissed and I think I showed my potential starting in the playoffs that same year. That focus kept me rolling into the 2001 season. Now was I as good as those stats from the first year of the Holy Whites make me look? Probably not. Let's just say I was like Rich Aurilia in 2002. You HAD to pitch to me with Scott always lurking behind me. Then when Nate was in town we would mash even more. I didn't have to pitch well (thank God) because Scott could always pick me up. OK wait a minute. Aurilia kind of sucks. I was too hard on myself. Whatever.

"Back-to-back titles was awesome for someone as competitive as me. My lack of participation thereafter was a combination of injuries, pride and my girlfriend. I hated struggling because I knew I was better than what I was producing. I hated being in pain, and my girlfriend hated me playing. I still have trouble with that shoulder. And yes, I'm a little bitch.

"I have no good reason for not doing more PS2 reviews. They were fun and I enjoy writing. I guess I'm a flake. In fact, let's add that to my "lack of participation list," OK?

"So since the league moved to Coffee Town I've worked for Butte Communithy Bank, Basque Norte Restaurant, and THE Chico Outlaws. The last one led me to seeing Ricky Henderson at the Bear. Yes, that Ricky Henderson. He plays for the San Diego Surf Dawgs in the Golden Baseball League. Ricky drives his own car behind the team bus. Do not question Ricky. He told a Chico bat bot who asked for his autograph to suck his...well...you know.

"Sadly my dad passed away this year. An amazing man and avid baseball fan, he would always ask me how I did after wiffleball. I love him and miss him every day. I hope this finds everyone in the league well. Many friendships were forged and I enjoyed my time with all of you.

"Even those bastards we thumped 44-0."

--Mike Walsh