Tuesday, March 24, 2015

3/22/15 Crocker Amazon

I don't know what the trouble was, since last week there were 22 odd souls that were able to show up for the game, but this week we barely cobbled 14.  If not for anything else, Crocker Amazon has a fence!  For hitting balls over!  How can you wannabe Jimmy Foxx's pass up something like that? 

This week's Florence Nightengale came in the form of Elan, a young ropy fellow who is another graduate of Lowell like Gaston, and I imagine also in his mid-20's.  He showed up as we were contemplating which one of the drunks in the stands would be the most likely to play.

So 7-7.  Since it was the minimum, here was the team breakdown:

Visitors: Greg, Tony, Coney Island James, Abe, Carter, Bob, Daniel

Homers: Satch, Lattig, Gaspar, Elan, Mitch, Sonny, Theis

The soupbone was feeling good but you wouldn't have known it after the first inning, the visitors lit me up like a pinball game.  The most impressive was James, who clanged the fence and came within a foot of hitting a three run home run.  He had to settle for the longest single in history, as the runner ahead was only going halfway to second in case it was caught. I was actually hoping it would go out, we so rarely get real home runs it would have been fun to watch.  But we turned back the tide, and a nifty defensive lock down staunched the bleeding.

Greg was on the bump for the visitors, or should I say the hole.  The mound at CA leaves a lot to be desired and we both quickly learned that the only way we were going to throw with any confidence was to move to the extreme right of the rubber, where the landing would be on terra firma rather than terra cavum.  Made for an interesting angle on the batter as well.

The breakout star of the game has to be Gaspar, who went an astonishing 4-5, striking the ball and spraying the field with such confidence and ferocity that Greg started feeling like it was some sort of personal vendetta.   It was awesome.

The homers tied the game and then the visitors took it back then homers retook the lead, never to relinquish subsequently.  The game wasn't marred by errors, nor was it a complete rout.  We managed to stop a rally in the making with a nice line out-throw out double play, and I personally hit into a classic 4-6-3 double play that the visitors turned, so defensively both teams had their moments.  In something I have not seen in a while, 2 of the 5 runs scored by the visitors came by way of the legit sacrifice fly.

Like clockwork, our drunk friend stumbled onto the field during the 7 inning to "umpire" the rest of the game.  See earlier blog entries about this guy, we knew chances were good that he would show, and we just decided that he could call himself the umpire as much as he wanted to, but the catcher still had the final call.  It only came up once on a third strike, when he thought there was only 2 strikes.  He must have recognized his own official impotence, so he left the field during the 8th and retired to the stands again.  I felt kinda bad for him, but hey, what do you expect wandering into the middle of a game and calling yourself the umpire?

Elan pitched the last 3 innings for the homers, a good lefty with a smooth delivery.  James came in to throw for the visitors and had some mustard on the ball.  The deficit was too much for the visitors to overcome, however, and the final score was the homers, 8-5.


* Gaspar raking the ball all day

* James' long, strong, powerful single

* Abe made the defensive play of the game, on a surefire triple from Elan, going to the wall to snare the ball in right.

* Thies had a gap triple that left him a little winded at third

* I went a spectacular 1-6, didn't get the ball out of the infield until my final at bat

* 7-7 gives you a lot more at bats, but it sure would be nice to have a moment to rest at times.

* The two breaking balls I got Tony and James on were my proudest accomplishments of the day

* Abe also had a confident and well struck double

* Greg swung at a knuckleball in a 2-0 count.  The sky is falling

* I was instantly punished for trying to kickstart the scoring by using a metal bat.  I jarred my hand and popped the ball up to the shortstop. 

* A blue heron and a resident hawk were in a battle for the sky during the game.  The hawk won.

Hope more people show up next week.

S. Paige

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

3/15/15 Big Rec

Here after a long writing absence is Mr. Mike Lattig.  Fitting that he returns to the recap, much as he returned to the bump, after many a months rest. Thanks!

It was another glorious day for baseball in Golden Gate park. A high sky with wispy clouds, a slight breeze, but plenty of sun and warmth. And with the 3 o’clock hour fast approaching we were a tidy 9x9.

As is custom for GG Park, that became 10x10 once game time rolled around, but I don’t think anyone was sad to have an inning off here and there. However, the visitors may have wished for more at bats when all was said and done.

With my shoulder feeling as good as it has in years, I decided to hop on the bump for the home team and was blessed with one of those rare days when everyone seems to find their natural defensive positions. I couldn’t have drawn up a better defensive lineup if I tried: Tony at 3rd, Chris at Short, Josh at 2nd, Sean at 1st, Ed behind the dish, and Mitch, Joe and James in the outfield. It instilled great confidence – and they lived up to expectations.

Opposing me on the visiting side was fellow crafty righty (that should be a thing, shouldn’t it? Why can only lefties be crafty. I’m trademarking it…) Sonny, who’s really been coming on of late as a pitcher by keeping people off balance. But this was not to be his (or his team’s) day.

After Bob opened things for the visitors with a squibber up the middle that somehow evaded Chris, and I ran a 3-0 count to Carter that included a 30 MPH curveball in his back pocket, the game was on lock down.

I came back to strike Carter out on a gravity ball in under the hands, and then I believe we retired 13 straight hitters after that, with a combination of pop-ups (4 or 5 of them) and ground balls that were gobbled up by a solid infield. That included a great scoop at first from Sean on one play, and Ed bolting out from behind the plate to grab a ball up the third base line, then spinning and firing a bullet to first for the out.

By the time the 6h inning closed, only about an hour and a half had passed, I’d faced 23 hitters, and the game was essentially in the bag at either 7-1 or 9-1. A rare lopsided game in the MBC that didn’t seem like it would even threaten to reverse itself in the late innings as our games can tend to do. And it didn’t.

On offense, we weren’t putting up huge lopsided numbers. We just seemed to string 2-3 hits and a few stolen bases together every inning. Tacking on 2 here, one there, three more here to pad the lead and never look back.

Sean’s bat definitely took the prime spot – as he peppered left center all game long with an inside-out stroke that was a beauty to behold. Add to that a few drives from the likes of Joe and Mitch (and I think James too – though he was more the king of the foul ball, so much so that Daniel was playing him on the line in hopes of catching one…). I’d guess we all contributed a hit or two throughout the day to just keep the line moving and keep the runs coming.

Ultimately, I gave way to the two hard throwing lefties to seal the deal, and they did just that with Sean and Gaston each dialing up a solid 2 innings to cruise us home for the win. (and yes, 6+2+2 is 10. And even then we finished before 6.)

Sonny was relieved nobly by a cast of unusual pitchers that included Ryan, Daniel and John McGrath. A virtual cornucopia of Crafty Righties™ if ever there was one.  And we kept tacking on runs here and there. To the point where I’m not sure anyone knows what the final score was. (And JT wasn’t there, so we may never know…)

All in all, it was a lopsided game, but a fun one. Crisply played, mostly clean all around on defense, and agreeably extended to take advantage of the sunshine. Sounds like next week we’ll be moving on from the cozy confines of GG Park to the windy slopes of Crocker Amazon. So glad we got a good one in while we could!

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

3/1/15 Balboa Park Cop Field

The rainstorm that was spoken briefly of, never really materialized on Saturday, and Sunday was clear and sunny.  We had 21 players, and a bevy of pitchers and catchers to choose from.  Satch went for the homers and Mitch for the visitors. 

The first inning strike out of Bob was satisfying, I must say, on a change up that was three feet lower than usual.  Satch was feeling good.  I should have remembered my Roman history however, and laurels and the whispering Sic transit gloria mundi....

For the first two innings, the homers were putting em up and laying them down.  We were aided by a visitor defensive breakdown that included Chris Powell dropping a ball!  We ran up 5 runs and I was feeling tip top.  I was still feeling tip top in the fourth, but for some reason, the pitches that were lights out before, were just lit up.  I had two strikes on quite a few batters, but they kept hitting the third strike, and hitting it hard.  Greg was running around left field like a mad man, and when the dust settled, the visitors had scored 7 runs! That might be a record, but then again, maybe not in this club. 

In any case, I was significantly humbled.  I requested and got to pitch one more inning to get the bad taste out of my mouth, which I did, and then turned the reins over to Sean who captained the bump for the rest of the game.  Mitch, having his own frustrations, handed the ball off to Sonny, and then to Chris Powell for the visitors.

With the score at 8-5, we floundered a bit through the middle innings and then we regained our stride and took the lead once and for all.  The sun disappeared while we were int he 7th, and the last two innings became a cold, windy affair.  No chance of extra innings, and the visitors, in three layers of clothes and losing players to the late start time, recorded the final out and were staved off for a 13-8 win for the homers.


* Defensively the day was a real spectrum, nearly everyone had a dropped ball or a bad throw, but there were also some real gems

* At one point the visitors had 5 rips in a row to left field.

* Adam and Lattig had great scoops at 1st

* Tony recorded an astonishly poor day at the plate, 0-4 with 2 K's.  Very un-Rojas

* The wind played hell with the fly balls, I thought I had a bead on one in right that went five feet over my head

* Duane was plugged twice in the same spot

* Somehow, I was a hitter for the day, 3-4, double, triple, home run, missing the cycle by not getting a single.  The line drive that was caught was the hardest ball I hit all day.  The home run I was sure Mitch was locked onto, until it went over his head, not sure when that happened last.

* Hank was a victim of line drive robbery

* Sean danced off first with enough lead to warrant 7 throw overs in one at bat

* John Mcgrath, Sonny, Bob, Tim, Chris, all had nice inside pitch drives

Thanks for a great game!

S. Paige

2/22/15 Big Rec

Here with a recap is our very own Mike Gaspar.  Thanks for the write up!

It was another great day for baseball.  Lots of sunshine and not much wind.  It looked like we'd be starting the game 7 on 7.. but then all of a sudden six players showed up (probably due to parking issues at Big Rec).  Anyway,  Carter started for the home team and had a rough first inning.  Some solid base knocks,  some bad defense and then Loren's bases-clearing triple to right (with Mike L's teammates yelling "you're scoring Mike, you're scoring" the whole time as he chugged around the bases.) And just like that, the Visitors had put up a five spot.

Meanwhile, Sean the lefty took the bump for the other team and shut down the Homers with aplomb.  Carter settled in and gave his side a chance to come back, which they did.  Scratching and clawing a few runs here and there eventually knotting the score at five.  Then the visitors answered with some daring-do on the base paths.  With runners on the corners, the man at first broke for second but stopped about halfway.  Carter did as he should, stepped off the rubber and ran towards the runner and then threw to second.  At which point the guy on third ran home.   An inning or two later, no doubt emboldened by their earlier success, they tried a suicide squeeze.  But this time to no avail.   

And so we headed into the bottom of the ninth with the visitors up by one.

At this point, Sean had given way to Greg who in turn gave the ball to Loren.  And with one out up stepped Bob.  A classic power vs. power match up.  Loren was bringing the heat but was all over the place.  And few were surprised when he nailed Bob square in the back with a fastball.  This was not a Greg change up or a Satch knuckler, so needless to say Bob was not too happy.  But to his credit.  he dug back in and whacked a single.  Next came J.T.  who took advantage of Loren's lack of command and took a walk.  Then there was a groundout.  So up stepped Elvin with two down and the winning run at second.  Elvin put up a good fight but was retired.   

Final  score 6-5 visitors.


-Lauren's girlfriend Sarah joined us.  Harkening back to the old days of couples in the MBC.

-J.T. had at least one clutch RBI

-Ryan had a hustle triple for the homers

-Bob saved the lives of a couple of sunbathers in right field when he got one of Loren's line drives.

-Thanks to all the catchers who strapped em on on a hot day.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

2/15/15 Big Rec West Field

It was another hot day in February.  We might as well enjoy it, and come August, when the entire state goes up in flames, we can say, Well, remember how nice it was in February?  The nice weather brought out a lot of players, 25 to be exact, and we started the move to play a group that was practicing on the other diamond to try and have a second squad game, but nothing came of it, so we just settled for a lot of substitutions.

Satch started for the homers, and felt good but was not throwing well.  I didn't get a chance to warm up, and everything was tight and pinched.  I feel like the mound at the newly manicured field in GGP is too steep, and while that should have been an asset, it wasn’t.  Just couldn’t get comfortable.  I threw 4, but the visitors scored about 6 runs, not the best outing.

Carter started for the visitors, and fared better than I, but was not impervious to hits and runs either.  The nature of the game, no one was going to throw a complete game.  Sonny relieved Satch and threw damn near shutout ball for his whole time on the bump, then Sean closed the deal. For the visitors, they had Tony, Dustin, Storm, and Daniel.  So a lot of different hurlers for the day. 

Probably the most interesting part of the day was that I think there was about 9-10 people hit by a pitch in the course of the game.  I know I hit four (not my best day, as I said) and was also hit myself, on the knee.  The sound was terrible, but I barely felt it.  Honestly, I thought that the ball was nowhere near hitting my leg. Strange day indeed.

The visitors won handily in 9, we played extras and I think the homers won in 11, but by then, four hours in the hot sun had zapped everyone’s brains, so help me out if this is wrong.


* Great day of ball, fun to have spectators as well

* Hank made a complete lay out to stop a ground ball up the middle.

* The homers were throwing the ball around like the Bad News Bears for a few innings

* Storm had a rip to right that cleared everything


* Tony and Greg were on opposing teams for the first time in a few years

* Jay + Sun = No shirt all day.  We insisted he at least wear one when he batted.

* Hank also made several running catches

* A lot of almost great plays

* Daniel had a really jarring fall off the grass on the lip of the outfield.  We were surprised he bounced back up

* The infield dirt is the right kind, but it's very deep and soft like sand.

* Thanks to Tim, Ed, Carter, Bob, Greg for catching in the sun

* First spotting of the Jameson twins in quite some time, and no it’s not just a clever name

* I had four hits, all in the exact same direction, between 3rd and SS.

* Elvin claims he likes working counts.  The rest of us call that Get the Goddamn Bat Off Your Shoulder.

* Happy Birthday to the young’un Gaston, 26?

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

2/1/15 West Sunset

A beautiful day for a ballgame, that is all I can say.  We started a hour early to make time for those that wanted to watch some sort of sporting activity on the television.  Can't say what it was, but apparently, becoming quite popular.  In any case, we were warmed up and ready by noon.

The teams were split up and Sonny started on the bump for the homers.  He lasted three innings and did well, keeping the ball around the strike zone and not letting any one inning get away from him.  He was followed by Chris Powell, who did the same and then a new guy on the front, Storm, who has a live arm to say the least.  I would put him in the mid-high 80's in velocity, which is a lot for our league, and everything with a downward spike.  We batsmen had a little trouble with him, but everyone felt worse for the homer's catcher,  Duane whose toes and shins and other vital appendages were in constant peril from the low skip. After Storm had thrown a few, Daniel came in for the 9th, and did his best, but by then the visitors were a team possessed.

I don't toot my own horn too often, but I have to say that Satch threw a hell of a game.  I could not have done it without some very stellar defense but a complete game, with a shutout through the 7th felt especially fine.  Given that it was almost a month since I had last thrown, the arm was loose and ready to go and the curve ball and the change up were there and useful.  The homers had one of the more formidable line ups that I had seen in a while, with Rich, Chris Powell, Storm, Duane, John McG, just to name a few.  We made sure that we got Mitch to at least negate some of the long ball threat, and that was probably one of the differences in the game.  I threw a lot of off speed stuff, and while some prodigious foul balls were hit, the homers always seemed to be one hit away from a rally and kept stranding the runner (which of course, was Chris Powell, more often than not).

We scored early in the game, and then we were shut down almost as efficiently as the homers were through the middle innings.  3-0 after the second and then 0's for both squads.  The 7th was my crucible, a few timely errors, and the big hit that the homers had been hoping for equated to them taking the lead for the first and only time in the game, by a margin of 5-3.  That served to light a fire under our asses to get back in the scoring game, and we quickly got a bases loaded situation that led us back into the lead in the top of the 9th, and Satch trudged out to save his own start, which he did, to the final of 7-5.


* Everyone who made it out, I salue you as having your priorities straight

* Mitch tracked down several fly balls, but was 0-5, I think, which may be a record.

* I tried to bunt off Powell, and it just rolled foul.  Next time up, he did the same to me, although his was fair....and perfect.  Show off.

* Rich hit a foul ball that hasn't landed yet

* Per tradition, I threw the new guy lots and lots of knuckleballs, which worked well.  I think the mantle of new guy is thrown off the day they stop swinging at all my gimmick pitches

* Handled a hot drive back at my head, and managed to keep my glove on and not cry....

* Don is in a serious slump and Greg wanted everyone to know, maybe shaming him would work.  Nope.  But he did score one of the more important runs in our comeback, so maybe light at the end of the tunnel.

* Hank did well with the bat, and behind the plate, although he got a face full of dirt on a play at home

* Gaspar didn't have a Gaspar hit all day

* JT did the right thing taking a walk when we needed runs, in addition to his hits, fresh back from fantasy camp does good things

* JT also made a very crucial catch in left

* We realized that a left handed second baseman is a great advantage in applying the tag when taking a throw from left

* A collision at first between John McG and myself could have been a lot worse, I tried to push off of him to avoid running him over.  Minimal injuries on something that could have been a lot worse.

* Tony showed up but didn't play, get well soon, and stay off of the goddamn skateboard.

S. Paige

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

1/4/15 Moscone Field- The Alpha Game

When I die, I hope I end up in a place where the baseball season never ends....oh wait, that's the Mission Baseball Club season!  So, I'll just stay here.

Per usual, January provides some of the nicest baseball playing weather of the year here in SF.  Not sure why, but I have been writing this blog long enough to page back through the years and see that it's true.  Feel free to the do the same, I'll wait.....

Well, our first game of 2015 was no exception, beautiful sun, plenty of action, nice field, who could ask for more?

In a stunning turn, Satch got to play in consecutive games, which hasn't happened for quite some time.  The traffic was non-existent but it takes a while to get to the Marina.  Luckily, everyone else was int eh same boat, so the game hadn't started by the time I rolled in.  The pitchers had been set however, and Carter started for the visiting team, with Satch coming in around the 6th, while the homers went rotisserie style, throwing Sean, Greg, Sonny and someone else, for the homers.  The game was tight, crisp and full of razzle dazzle. 

In the first inning, looking over the formidable lineup of the homers, I remarked to Lattig that the key to winning this game would be to let Chris Powell be the only one who scored.  The thought was that trying to stop him was an exercise in futility, better to focus on the other 8 players...well, I didn't use that exact phrase, cuz I didn't want him to think I was a fancy pants, but the ethos was, let Powell score, and then no more.  And dang if that didn't end up being the way it played out.

Every time that the homers threatened to blow the game up, the visitors would find a way to shut it down.  As a result, the score was a back and forth ending up tied at 3 a piece going into the last three frames.  But in baseball, one wrong pitch can be the difference, and with a mighty crack, the visitors went up and stayed up, fending off one bases loaded jam after another to the tune of a 6-4 victory.


* Chris Powell scored 3 of the 4 runs for the homers, and was stranded on third base during a bases loaded fiasco. 

* As a battery, Ed and Satch were completely out of synch with what pitch to throw, but managed to still do a good job

* John McGrath gets the Ugliest Double award, the hit was a thing of beauty, but also a valuable lesson for his kids who were in tow, that one should always be aware of the other base runners, while running. 

* In addition to his scoring prowess, Powell also made several plays from deep SS

* Gaspar laid down a great bunt in an attempt to fend off against the shift, but was foiled by an even better play by Carter to get the lead runner at third.

* John Carey was out, resplendent in Bob's high school uniform, and played a great game, even if he did dive a few times in the outfield on plays that may not have required it

* Greg gave himself an error for throwing the pitch, and then immediately knowing it was the wrong choice, which Satch crushed to take the lead in the game

* The grass at Moscone makes the hardest hit grounder, a roller after two bounces

* The homers had about 7 hits to short center field, all singles, no way to defend

* Last week, John Nero left the game to go buy water, and so, in a crucial part of the game, Chris Powell came up to bat with two outs instead of Nero....this week, when Dennis left early, the home team was asked if they wanted to just let Powell hit again, since that seems to be the way it works....I am turning the whole thing over to Bob Carey, Chief Justice of the Kangaroo Court

* Since Bob was on my team, I may have tried to breeze John with a knuckleball.  Missed him by two feet.

* I had my first legitimate sacrifice fly in quite a while to get the visitors on the board.

* Hank had a number of hard hits in the game and played all over the diamond

* JT made some catches in right when we really needed them

* Don also made some catches in right (center) when we really needed them

Thanks for a great game, everyone who was out.  Happy 2015 (still waiting for jet packs, flying cars, one piece uniform jumpsuits, telepathy helmets, food in pill form, and the Cubs to win the World Series....)

S. Paige

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

12/28/14 St Mary's- The Omega Game

The last game of the year was held at St. Mary's which was the only field that we could guarantee was dry enough to play on. And it was, mostly, although there was movement to rename the field in the spirit of Camp Swampy as the St. Mary's Bayou. The day was surprisingly warm and muggy, probably due to the moisture in the ground and the trees around us.

We were equally as pleased by the appearance of Johnny Bartlett, who promised to come out more and is looking fantastic, as well as Will Rockwell, who looked like 10lbs of shit in a 5lb bag....

We had a healthy mixture of old and new, and someone got on the horn to Adam who lives spitting distance away and told him he was shaming himself by not showing up. He did and was resplendent in a very snazzy MBC color coordinated shorts and sleeves combo.

Satch, having been pent up and worked over by the holiday was raring to go and was throwing lights out ball for the homers, to the tune of 7-8 strikeouts, helped in part by the extremely low and hard packed mound. Carter and Mitch pitched well for the other team doing what they do best, holding us hostage to the pop up and the ground ball.

We see-sawed the game and by the time Satch bowed out in the 7th, it was 4-3 visitors. And that is where is stayed, through the end of the game, and to a top of the 10th, after which the game was called. So in my mind, we homers are owed an at bat. Not that it did us much good for the first 9 innings...


* The visitors were masters of the line drive

* JT recorded the first solid hit for our team in the 3rd inning

* Adam was a whiz with the glove and bat and refinery

* New guy Gaston came in to mop up and was pitching southpaw fire

* Ed took two pretty scorching foul tips off the mask, one that put him on his butt

* I was 0-4 with three pop flies and one ground out, not so impressive

* Dennis informed me that his is still on the testosterone replacement therapy and they gave him the three months dose all at once, hence his better than usual hitting prowess.

* A meeting of the AOY's was convened after the game, all in attendance.

* JT, our resident stats man, informed me that all four runs I gave up were unearned.

* Hardest thing about the refurbished St Mary's field is that you can't pee in the bushes anymore without fear of exposing yourself to a family out for a walk on the nice paths.

* The sun becomes a pitcher's ally by the middle innings. Elevate and you blind everyone who goes up for the ball

* The visitors just out played us on defense and offense.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

11/30/14 Cop Field

Well, it was a lot of rain. 

But then emails start bouncing around that the field just needs a little love and it would be fine to play in.  Secondary verification was done, and indeed it seemed that a rake and ten minutes and the game would be on. 

Then, after all that, our own AOY 2012 Brian Phelps reported this to me:

Ed and I played catch, hit some fly balls and talked ill of everyone who didn't show up. 


Some kid heckled Ed for dropping the ball. (It was a bad throw)


So what the hell happened?

I know I was on kid duty all day while Mrs. Paige caught up on work, so that is my excuse.  Lattig hurt his leg.  Everyone else had no such hindrances that I heard of (And no, I am not accepting Elvin's lame excuse of watching football).

In short, you all failed.

So, that's it.  Two assholes playing catch and talking shit about all you lazy, non-baseballin' folks.  All I can say is that I hope you are happy, you all missed out on hearing Ed get heckled.

We need the rain, so I can't say that I wish it would stop, but it looks like it will dry out before next Sunday.

Be there.

S. Paige

Monday, November 24, 2014

A Word from JT Tiemann on the 2014 Giants

Since he did such a great job summing up the first winning season, I thought it would be good to solicit a few thoughts from JT.  Little did I know he had already been hard at work creating his next literary masterpiece.  So, in lieu of trying to build up the tension, and hear myself talk some more, I I shall eschew my loquacious nature, and be brief.

Friday, November 21, 2014

You want shirts, we got shirts!

Resident MBC Esquire and dad of future Hall of Famers, John McGrath sent me this picture, of Semi Pro, Independent and Defunct League Shirts that are available at Haight St T shirts.  Looks like a lot of the selection that one can get at Ebbets Field Flannels, without the wait. 

Check it out if you are interested.  Thanks John!

1500 Haight St
San Francisco, CA 94117
b/t Clayton St & Ashbury St in The Haight

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

11/16/14 Cop Field

The best weekend of the year, the birthday weekend, when Satch can gurantee that he will be out and no one, beast nor man can stop him.

Makes me feel like this:

But I digress.  We had 22 solid players show up and everyone made a contribution.  On paper, the visiting team looked like they would run away with it, but that is what is great about this game, nothing is for certain. Satch was on the mound for the visitors, and Sonny took the bump for one inning for the homers and then gave way to Sean, fresh from a European tour. 

I got the lead off out alright, which was Sean.  And then the homers exploded in a series of hits and errors that was eerily like the last time I pitched.  Then did it again the next inning.

By the third inning, after a long drawn out conversation, it was decided it was 6 and not 5-1. 

By the 4th it was 8-1.  No one argued that one.

Tony rightly noted that this was definitely one of those 'Is this really happening' games, the weather certainly had been odd, it was an offshore breeze, which blew pop ups in the complete opposite direction that we are used to them going.  The air was humid, hot and chilly all at once.

We finally started getting some breaks, and Coney Island James was on a tear all day, at least 2-3 big flies to deep left field, one that cleared the bases.  All of a sudden we were right back in it.  By the 6th it was 8-6.  Then 10-6.  

James asked to pitch, then gave me another inning to celebrate my birthday, and after a shutdown inning, we kept bringing the heat and scoring, eventually with the tying and the go ahead runs. 11-10.  So, when I bowed out at 7 innings, I still got to be the pitcher of record (for the record).  James then entered the game, threw 5 warm ups and promptly removed himself and inserted Greg instead.  Hopefully the elbow issue is not serious.

Sean gave way to Mitch, who seems is most vulnerable to the problem that he can't play defense for himself.  Certainly seemed to be the case, as a number of hits went to the outfield, which would have been routine flies for him, were extra base hits for us.

The see-saw battle continued, and the visitors finally tied it up and then went ahead for the first time in the game.  The homers roared back to within one, but were unable to close the gap.  We had played such a quick game that by the end of 9 it was only 3:15, so we played two extra, with Daniel coming in for the visitors and Sonny reentering for the homers.  The game slowed and the cold started to move in.  We called it after the 11th and everyone went home having enjoyed a great day of ball.

Final Score- Visitors 13-12.


* James was a masher all day

* Jimmy made an amazing defensive play

* John Mcgrath had at least 3-4 hits, including a long gapper

* Tony hurt himself running in after an inning, classic Rojas....

* Tim caught all 11 for the homers, impressive!

* Duane and Jimmy caught for the visitors, Duane and I worked well once he got used to the catchers view of Satch's pitches

* Dennis showed up out of the blue, talked his usual game, departed before the end.  He did give me an epic 12 pitch at bat and I did throw a knuckleball behind him.

* I had at least one inning where Don made all the outs in center.  A few innings later the homers hit a bunch out there, and he wasn't there anymore....dang!

* In one of the above mentioned hits, Elvin was playing about 12 feet behind second base in center.  Not ideally placed for a center fielder.  ELVIN!

* We razzed Daniel for not using two hands, praised Jimmy for using two hands, then watched Tony drop a pop up at third....he claimed it moved too much for him to use two hands....I believe him.

* JT has a theory that the last out of the World Series is part of a un-codified Giants play manual dating back fifty years.  It takes a while to explain it, so settle in.

*  Tyse was victim to the changeup all day

* Abe, Tyse's buddy played pretty well for a guy decked out in brown cordoroy

* First two at bats, I hit two come-backers up the middle, Sean snared the first one some how and Dennis collapsed on the second one and threw me out.

* The homers turned a beautiful double play, to stymie a rally

* Sean seemed to have not lost his stroke in Europe

* Example of Visitors Defensive Acumen- A hit to right went past the right fielder, bobbled by the center fielder, thrown offline past the cutoff, through the second basemen at the base and then was bobbled by the pitcher picking it up.

* Daniel was rocking the bandana neckerchief all game.  Bold fashion.

Same place, same time.

S. Paige.