I haven't been out in a while, long enough that when I mentioned how nice it was to have 20+ players, Greg told me that the numbers have been good for a while. Well, whatever gets it done. We ended up with 25 when it was all said and done, including a new guy named Patrick who came in from the cold, and it was discovered that he was on Sean's fabled Evergreen 0-32 team! Small world.
It was an absolutely beautiful day, the kind of winter day that we are happy that we live in Northern California. The teams were divvied up and I saw a small problem with the hitters on the home team. There were too many of them! Powell, Adam, Phelps, Mitch, Bob, Mike N, Lynch, the kid, it went on. Not that our team was full of nothing, but that was an extended Murderer's Row. However, some one noted that every time we say one team is over loaded, they end up losing.
Not this time.
Nick W started for the homers, and was pitching well, though we did hit some square balls, they seemed to be right at some one. No matter, lots of game left, right? Well, the game kept on going that way, and then they switched to Mike N, and we fared little better, though we did score a run. Then Sonny came in, and handed us a three inning boot in teeth to finish the game.
I started for the visitors, and felt good, but could not get my curveball to work to save my life. My back was also paining me, as a result of pulling a stump earlier that day, so I tried my best but was not full bars. As a team, we all made our share of miscalculations, dropped balls, and misthrows, and the innings stretched on forever. I could get 2 strikes on every batter but never the 3rd. The homers fouled off so many pitches, it was a constant chase into the stands, and one more pitch from the reserves.
As a result of all this, the score became *ahem* a bit embarrassing.
I left after 5, and Dave came in to clean up the mess. Sean came after him, and then John Carey, and then Greg. Our defense improved slightly, but the damage was done. I left rather than play an extra inning, so I do not know what the final outcome was, but the end of the game I saw was 13-2, homers.
Ouch.
Highlights
* The homers won this game, they made the plays when they needed to, and were all tough in the box.
* There were a yuge number of gorks and dinks as well.
* I aaaaaaaaalmost had Phelps on a strike 3, but he got one centimeter of bat on it and laid a perfect swinging bunt
* We visitors could not make the direct out to save our lives, but we made several outs on secondary plays, that is how you stay in the game!
* Sonny threw me a nasty knuckleball that was called strike 3. I will leave it at that.
* We had a Carey vs. Carey match up, but no plunking. The younger generation is getting soft.
* Speaking of, John Carey is playing with the Brooklyn Ramblers, or will be when their field thaws, ha ha ha.
* Phelps made a diving catch in center
* I think in general, our SS's all played way too deep.
* Conor could not buy a lucky chance the whole game
* Nick got me right in the arm, on a pitch I could not get out of the way. After then walking me, I took my base, rather than get hit again
* JT got a hit, but was thrown out trying for 2, which is kind of the best case scenario for everyone. I recognized the look in his eyes about halfway to 2nd when he realized the ball was passing him by.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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