Well, we made it through the storms, the mountains got some snow, and now the new season is upon us. Sunday’s game had thrills and chills, and mishaps, and that was just the permit snafu. We were bit in the ass by our own sneakiness, and found that there was a league game scheduled an hour after our game time. We had no legal recourse, and fighting seemed unnecessary, so we tried to fit in the most we could in an hour and the devil take the high road. Bartlett led his team on the bump, and looked like he hadn’t missed a step in the rain out, pouring the ol’ pill in with the usual nasty movement. The teams seemed a little lopsided when we started but, in the end, it was one of the better balanced games we have had. Satch started for the home squad, and did three unimpressive innings. Mike came in with his funky stuff, and then Sean “Elephant Pockets” came in to close it down.
We got four solid innings in, before having to relinquish the field, and then wandered the St. Ignatius grounds in search of a ball field. We found an open one, but even hitting with wood bats, and a handicap, we still would have knocked every other pitch out of the park. There was talk of storming the Presidio field for old times sake, but cooler heads prevailed, and diplomacy won in the end. We waited for little league practice to break up on the JV field, and took over. Funny how stiff you get in 30 minutes… But the field was passable, and it was nice to have a left field fence for once.
I won’t say this was the sharpest game we have ever played, but there were some surprisingly good plays, for a group that has been waterlogged for the last month. Maybe it was playing on the little league field twice in a row…or maybe just the natural passion in the rubes that come out for our Sunday thing.
In any case, the game was held, and I don’t know if a one of us could say there was anywhere else in the world we would have rather been.
Highlights
* Timely hitting, a lot seeing eye ground balls, bloops, gappers
* Rick’s colossal hit
* Gaspar’s back pedaling snare of Rick’s colossal hit, which none of us thought he had a chance to get
* Is that Jackie Robinson???? No, it’s BIG STICK stealing home for the go ahead run, sliding head first, no fear….
* Greg, for taking a lot of shots to the chest, legs, and other areas where you don’t want baseballs hitting you
* Team USA for his heads up play, you gotta run those out Lattig! (Ok, it was kind of a dick move, but still…)
* Everyone who hit the cutoff man, makes it a lot easier, doesn’t it?
* Bob only got hit once (I am thinking of starting a tally, so we can document the multi-hit games?)
* The fact that we had a game, 22 guys showed up, and no one was injured (although I’m a little more sore than usual).
Well, ‘nuff sed,
S. Paige
4 comments:
Hey! Hold up! It was Lattig who didn't run out the 10th inning pop up double play. I was left on deck looking longingly at the short porch in left.
In fact, as JB can attest, a tow-truck happened cut me off on the way home, blocking me from making a right turn, and in frustration I unconsciously muttered "Don't Lattig me".
It's been amended. I think it was because you were standing on the other side of the field, so it felt like I was on deck, and therefore you were up....Sorry for the besmirching...
I can attest. Rick mentioned little else on the ride to the Tonga Room. That short porch will be in his nightmares for weeks.
there were injuries. my shoulder got jacked and my knee bloody on the pete rose into home (i know, you never go head first into home). my other knee hasn't really wanted to bend since sunday either.
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