There was a lot of fear about this game due to last weeks debacle, so it was a heavy sigh of relief that went up as we found ourselves with 22 players for the match. It was one of the more beautiful days on record, and the wind was blowing out for a change, not that it helped us any. Satch, back in uniform (well, what passes for his uniform) started on the bump for the home squad. Ugly first inning. Somehow I struck out batters for the three outs, but mixed in between were about five walks, four HBP, three runs, two wild pitches, and one blazed out shortstop (my fault as well).
Our own offense was stymied by the masterful pitching of Sean, who owned us for most of the game. He got ground balls, he got flyballs, he got strikeouts. Satch finally settled down, and started to throw up blanks as well, but the visitors tacked on another run in the third, and we continued to spike ourselves and trip over every scoring opportunity that we got (which wasn't many).
Finally we scored a run, got a little self respect, and the game came to life again. Johnny took over for Sean and did what he does best. Dustin, the Jameson Kid, took over for Satch and continued to keep the game from getting any further away.
Then all at once, we had scoring opportunities, and Brian Phelps stepped up and crushed a ball to wayyyyyyyyyyy deep in center. Sean, chasing after it gave the international "That is way over my fucking head" hand signal, and Brian motored around the bases, add a throwing error, and the game was tied, 4-4. And it stayed that way, through the end of the game. Extra innings! Hard fought battle, but finally, Lattig decided to start hitting, which he did with a beautiful triple to the gap, and then Brian Phelps, once more put a ball in the air, down the right field line for the win. Whew.
Highlights
* There was probably 18 strike outs between the four pitchers, but it never really felt like it
* Sean, a fine pitching performance, keeping us completely buffaloed for the first 6 innings
* A bunch of people were HBP, but Bob wasn't one of them
* The return of Ezra, who played like he hadn't missed a week, and made a perfect throw to third to catch Mitch stealing
* The phantom that is Scot Mills, apparently he works on Sundays now, good to see you out there Scot, you should take more Sundays off....
* Our cheering section of half drunk Latins from the last game, and new mothers, wives, girlfriends, and lil'uns.
* A double play or three...
* Mitch playing shortstop much as he plays center, and not letting a thing through
* A double HBP, with a ricochet, hitting Greg after the batter (sorry, that wasn't too funny).
* Helen's first game, she hit well, she ran the bases, she took out Johnny, has all the makings of a professional MBC player. Is she in a punk band yet?
* Addendum to the above, sorry about the strike out, Paul. I needed it, and it's good for your daughter to know that its alright to not succeed sometimes. Remember, a good hitter still fails 7/10 times.
* Chad, who has had some trouble adjusting at the plate, took me deep for a triple, and played a great game in center field. Thanks for coming out and bringing a friend!
* For some reason, the teams were broken down as 12-10....oh well
* The new Redline seems to have some pop, if you like using it, I am open to a $5 donation.
Next week is our Fourth of July annual double header, in GGP. First game at 11:00, bring the family and the beers.
Tip of the cap,
S. Paige
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