A hell of a game, if your name was Sean.
Just hell, if you were the team facing Sean.
Yes, indeed, Sunday’s game proved that one must never get tired of
being surprised. For starters, we had 12
people show up for a game at West Sunset, on a day that was as close to perfect
as they come. Greg was injured, and so
he selflessly volunteered to play all time third base. It was dubbed as the Heads vs. the Squares. I tell you, I guess there is something to
this clean living thing.
Satch started for the homers and was excited to pitch again, an
excitement which didn’t last too long.
The other team brought their bloop game, and when only you have two
outfielders, bloops turn into doubles. And
then the visitors also hit the crap out of the ball. So there was that. And our team forgot how to catch the ball for
a while.
Sean started for the visitors, and didn’t really break a sweat until
the middle innings. After we had
suffered through a 5 run barrage, he set us down in order with about 8
pitches. Not fair.
The game went fairly quickly, as you might imagine, and the only person
on our team that managed to get a hit in the first 2/3 of the game was
Tim. But none of us could do
anything. Literally. Gaston finished with a 0-6, as did
Dustin. Between the two of them, they
had 7 or 8 strikeouts. Sombreros abounded
like scrambling banditos in The Treasure of the Sierra Madre.
I bowed out after 7, gave the ball to Gaston and tried to figure out
how the score was really 11-0. Gaston
minimized the damage for the rest of the game, but that is a lot like telling the
guy who stepped on the landmine that his hat was untouched.
So we get to the 9th, and Sean still hadn’t given up a
run. That was our focus, just break up
the shutout, don’t give him the satisfaction.
And to his credit, after a base runner got on, he didn’t hold me on; he
went from the windup to improve his pitching, not thinking about letting me
have 2nd and 3rd (defensive indifference, as everyone on their
team was happy to remind me).
And we still couldn’t get it done.
I considered if I could make a
break for the plate and take out Carter, going in shoulder lowered, but that’s
not the way we play….but I considered it.
So down we went. I am proud that
we were part of this game, even if it was embarrassing. ‘Cuz I was there.
Highlights:
Sean Paul Presley
Complete game.
Score: 13-0
4 hits, ~10 K’s.
* MITCHED! Mitch managed to
steal at least 3 hits from me, by playing me perfectly in the gaps each time,
left center, right center. Ironically,
if we had 3 outfielders, those hits would probably have fallen.
* Abe moved up in the AOY 2016 votes by bunting with a 6-0 lead.
* Carter made his own bat with a lathe, and it didn’t break! And he got a hit with it!
* Tim was our only offensive threat, and he caught the whole game!
* I did manage to strike out Carter, twice, the second time telling him
that the same slider was coming. He didn’t
believe me, I guess. I had resorted to
Psy Ops to get outs by that point in the game.
* Bob was hit, as was Carter, our two ball magnets
* We had to fill in at 1st for the other team, to which Abe refused
to hold on the runner, increasing his AOY chances
* Sean’s sweat-stained uniform was a thing of beauty by the end of the
game
* Thanks to the noble players who braved the beautiful day and lack of
traffic to have a game:
All-Timer
Greg
Visitors
Mike L
Mitch
Abe
Bob
Carter
Sean
Homers
Gaston
Dustin
Tony
Tim
Satch
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