About
The FEBC (Fat Elvis Baseball Collective) has been in existence since 1999. Having completed 11 years of baseball is an achievement in and of itself. We’re excited to go into our 12th year. Sixteen teams fighting hard thru a 60 game schedule using the Dynasty League Baseball Game. Our league uses the board version, but plays out our games either face-to-face or via the internet utilizing AIM chat rooms.
Our league is insistent about keeping stats. They are the mortar that holds the structure of the league together. Without them, what’s the point? Seriously, what would the point be? So for eleven years we’ve kept stats and that’s part of the beauty of our league. After all, what would Elvis do? (p.s. He’d keep stats.)
Our first season started mid year 1999. We had eight teams, but grew to 16 the following year. It has remained at that number of teams thru the years though there have been times that we’ve contemplated expanding. In the long run, it seems a good, workable number of teams and so it has stayed that way.
So now maybe you’re asking, “Ok, ok, it’s about baseball, but WHY ‘Fat Elvis’?
Most people think of the ’70’s and remember things like Chico and the Man, Watergate, Sonny and Cher, Disco, Cheech and Chong, Saturday Night Live, the Big Red Machine, the Yankees (and Billy Martin), pet rocks, Steve Martin, platform shoes, The Brady Bunch, gasoline rationing, Billy Beer, Fonzie, Sigmund the Sea Monster, the ‘75 World Series, wide-collared polyester leisure suits, and of course, mood rings.
Each and every one of those people and things are special to our hearts, as is baseball. But no one, absolutely no one, will ever forget or surpass … the King.
Elvis. Not just any Elvis, but Elvis Aron Presley. The Viva Los Vegas, scarf tossing, mutton-chop, karate kicking Elvis. The one and only King of Rock-n-Roll. And in the mid 70’s, the FAT Elvis.
In our own warped little way, the Fat Elvis Baseball Collective would like to pay homage to the man who made rock-n-roll what it is today. A man, who like so many who followed him, couldn’t help getting wrapped up in the drugs and sex that go along with rock music. But he was still Elvis. Still the king.
There have been years of “Elvis Sightings”. We can only hope that these are true. That he’s still alive. Elvis, wherever you are, God bless you.
