I wasn't able to make it out, celebrating Lil' Josh Gibson's 3rd birthday. With all the rain, I was surprised that it happened. There was a pleading email sent out by AOY Rockwell, in town on some nefarious plot, and he REALLY wanted to play ball. Glad that enough showed up to accommodate him.
Here with the surly recap is Bob "Fuck you, and the horse you rode in on" Carey.
It was great to have Will out. Carter was there, and at some point their mom
stopped by with Carter’s son. Way too
many Rockwells! Carter brought
implements and he and Will were half done with the work by the time I got
there.
We had a good turnout — peaked at 19.
Lousy game, the homers trounced us. Sonny started for the home team and was
mysteriously effective. Carter started
for the visitors with me catching. He
seemed to have decent stuff, but they kept barreling him up, especially with
oppo shots. Randy was on fire, lots of
line drives.
I got hit. Someone
else did too. Baseball god justice
reared its head and Carter hit Sonny dead on the ankle bone, and Sonny
acknowledged that Karma was a bitch.
I managed to get inside Ed’s head on one at bat. Told him that Carter was going to knock him
on his ass and he could not get the idea out of his head even though Carter did
not come near him.
Lots of AOYs: Phelps,
Lattig, Sidawi, Carey, Pfahler, Rockwell.
Abe and Sean seem to be working on their campaigns.
At one point we had an all-geriatric outfield for the
visitors: JT in right, me in center, and
Nick in left. Results as might be
expected.
That’s all I remember, we got it in before the rain came
down, although there was a shower in about the bottom of the sixth.
Played all nine.
Bob
No comments:
Post a Comment