Monday, November 24, 2025

11/23/25 GGP

We have reached the time of year when it is colder in the East Bay than it is in SF.  It's a weird one.  I watched the temp go up as I crossed the bridge and by game time it was 62 degrees in the park which is almost comfortable.  Still overcast, not much wind which was nice.  

And a ballgame, I think we were 22 at our apex even without several stalwarts, all the hand-wringing that we do in the summertime seems foolish now.  And another strong Latin contingent game, ¡Buen juego, amigos! 

Dave started for the homers, along with donuts for all who desired them.  Satch started for the visitors, and the mound was a real treat to throw off, given the mud pie that it was last week.  We had scored run in the first, but the homers came back to tally one of their own, and that was to be the way the game was.  Real nail biter, contributions from everyone.

The largest lead recorded for the game was 3-1.  That quickly became 4-3 after the homers routed my final inning of pitching and took the lead back.  Sean came in to relieve me and he took it the rest of the way. Gabe came in for Dave, which resulted in a collective *GULP* from our bench.  But he stayed within the lines for most of his time pitching, which was great, but damn does that ball sizzle when it whizzes by!

The story of the game has to be Nick Smith, who made several defensive web gems at first base.  He also had a crucial hit late in the game.  Defense in general was critical in this game, the home team had a real Murderers Row and I don't think there was a single inning that didn't have a baserunner in scoring position.  I know at least twice I got out of a bases-loaded jam only giving up one run, and I think Sean did too, though he didn't give up any runs.

As for our team, I made it to second base early in the game and that was memorable as a positive.  Yet somehow, we scored runs.  Dave struck out at least 4 or 5 as well, so I don't know who was getting the hits and scoring the runs, other than Mike N.  Kudos to you nameless heroes! 

In the 8th, Phelps took over and we tied it at 4-4 and then took the lead again, 5-4.  Sean pitched a brilliant 9th inning, and it was capped with a leaping sno-cone catch from Connor at SS to seal the game.

5-4, visitors.

Highlights

* Nick Smith doing it all with style and grumpiness

* While our defense won the game, it also gave up at least 5 infield hits, the wet grass and mud really slowed the ball down, and we are not a charge-the-ball kind of game

* Tim P. with another impressive defensive day at 2nd and a timely hit

* We almost had a home to first double play

* Patrick showed us what speed looks like, when he just flat-out beat a throw to 2nd base from the SS on a force play

* I have to pat myself on the back for the finest curveball I have thrown in a while to strike out Gabe with the bases loaded.

* New guy Jeff was tracking down everything in the outfield

* Gaspar nullified the shift with a hit to the hole on the right side

* Ice Pack Award for Naldony for taking multiple scuds thrown by Gabe

* Tony did the right thing in checking the runner at 3rd, but then he checked again, and then he threw the ball away.  His regret was not faking a throw, as the runner was prime for tagging.

* Half our bench held up Nick W at third and the other half was sending him.  He got confused and stopped, but he did score eventually, so it all worked out.

* It was a rough day for Worthman, between the Ks and the fly ball that got the best of him

* The 10th fielder, the concrete wall behind the plate proved valuable in getting an out at home on a passed ball

NYT- San Quentin Baseball

 Thanks to HR for keeping us up to date.

In a prison yard, a pitcher follows through on the mound after releasing a pitch. A first baseman stands in the background.

San Quentin Rehabilitation Center, formerly known as San Quentin State Prison, was recently downgraded from high-security to low-security. Credit...Brian L. Frank for The New York Times

The Best Baseball Team Behind Bars

The San Quentin Giants’ opponents are impressed. But what about the parole board that decides the players’ fate?

San Quentin Rehabilitation Center, formerly known as San Quentin State Prison, was recently downgraded from high-security to low-security. 

By Eli Tan

Photographs by Brian L. Frank

Reporting from San Quentin Rehabilitation Center in Marin County, Calif.

  • Nov. 24, 2025

The paper fliers went up early one morning in April, an advertisement of hope in the cell blocks of California’s most notorious prison: Baseball tryout, Saturday, 9 a.m.

Listen to this article with reporter commentary

Richard Williams couldn’t have been more excited. He had been incarcerated in San Quentin for over three decades, and for the next six months, he would not be just Richard Williams, inmate H-07618. He would be Coach Will, the leader of the San Quentin Giants, the country’s best baseball team behind bars.

When Saturday morning came, dozens of men gathered on the edge of the infield dirt, still in their prison blue work clothes. They were as young as 24 and as old as 60; some had played college baseball, while others were picking up a bat for the first time since Little League. They would open their season on the day before Easter, and Williams began the tryout with his own message of redemption.

“We are here to prove to the outside world that we can play hard, and work together, and be teammates,” Williams said. “We are here to show them that people can change.”

Baseball has been played inside San Quentin for decades, usually between three teams called the Giants, the A’s and the Pirates, divided along racial lines. But in 2015, Williams and the players pushed to combine the teams into one. Instead of playing games mostly against each other, they wanted to focus on playing teams from the outside. As part of the broader transformation of the prison, which officially rebranded into a “rehabilitation center” in 2023, their request was granted.

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Batting practice at San Quentin. The inspection process for new equipment isn’t swift. When the San Francisco Giants donated a new hitting screen this year, it took three months before it was finally moved to the field.

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A man in a long-sleeve shirt leaning on a table and looking out of a prison cell.

Richard Williams, the team’s coach. “We needed someone that could command the respect of the young players and the old players,” the Giants’ former coach said about handing the reins to Williams in 2015.

In two weeks, they would play the first contest in a 40-game schedule against college, high school and men’s league opponents that would travel from as far as Canada to their field in Marin County, just north of San Francisco. Forty games, all at home.

They shed their work clothes for baseball pants in the dugout that April morning and got down to business. After warming up, Williams hit fly balls in center field, where the players were careful to avoid a huge hole that appeared a week earlier when a pipe exploded beneath the grass.

The field was smack in the middle of the yard, with a faint layer of grass and an outfield fence lined with barbed wire. In white letters on the scoreboard in right field, the players painted its name: San Quentin’s Field of Dreams.

For the men with the most serious offenses, like murder and rape, freedom is determined by a parole board that will hold hearings in the months after the season. For Williams and others, that will include trying to explain the importance of baseball in their rehabilitation to a group of people who might not be impressed by athletic pursuits.

A New Roster

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Three men in white T-shirts sitting under a scoreboard. The man in the middle is playing a guitar.

Spectators at San Quentin.

Chance Andes, San Quentin’s warden, believes that baseball can be just as rehabilitative as state-mandated therapy sessions or vocational training, which is why the prison has invested so much time and resources into the team.

“The skills you learn on a baseball field, the camaraderie, the joy, you can take that out into the real world,” the warden said.

For almost all the players on the team, it was also in the weeks or months after their final youth baseball seasons that their lives went downhill.

“When we’re out here, it’s more than just the feeling of playing baseball,” said Angelo Mechi, an assistant coach. “It’s the feeling of being free again.”

The best season in the program’s history was 2019, when the Giants finished 38-2, which included an improbable 33-game winning streak.

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Poteat and Robert Nash, another pitcher.

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Michael Soutar

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Patrick Poteat, a pitcher.

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Angelo Mechi

Now Williams was trying to get his team back to its 2019 shape. The roster was almost entirely new, but in the last two years, they had some key additions, like Aaron Miles, a home-run-hitting outfielder, and Jarrod Williams, a slick-fielding second baseman.

With the roster set and just one week to go before opening day, Williams’s lineup received a surprise that arrived at the San Quentin gates by bus on a Friday and was ready to suit up for practice by Saturday morning.

“Anthony Del Gadillo,” he said. “I’m a catcher.”

Del Gadillo played college ball for California State University, Los Angeles. His career highlight was when he threw out Coco Crisp, the longtime major league center fielder, on a stolen base attempt. Twice.

Williams and Carrington Russelle, one of the team captains, could quickly see that Del Gadillo was a ballplayer. They got him a jersey — orange and black, with a patch showing the Major League Baseball logo behind bars — and cleats from the team’s wheelbarrow of equipment. With seven months left on his sentence, it would be his first and only season with the Giants.

 

Team Rules

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A blue shirt hanging on a fence.

A prison blue shirt in the bullpen before one of the team’s 40 games — all at home — this season.

The players believe that while baseball may play an important role in their rehabilitation, the team is not always an inspiration to the state officials who determine their parole. Parole boards, players say, would rather see them sit in a classroom and earn a certification — something that might better set them up for gainful employment upon re-entry in society. (The California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation declined to comment.)

Lawyers who have represented the baseball players at their hearings say the team has come to epitomize a larger tension in the criminal justice system: While attitudes toward rehabilitation have evolved, the lawyers said, parole boards are often less progressive.

Mindful of the bigger stakes, Williams has rules: no gang affiliations, no racism, no drugs. Any violations are grounds to be kicked off the team.

“When you step on the field,” he tells them, “you leave prison politics behind.”

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On game days, the players trade prison blues for uniforms that resemble those of the San Francisco Giants.

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A baseball player doing a push-up.

Pregame warm-ups at San Quentin.

A part of the program is a staff of volunteer coaches who come in from the outside, including Steve Reichardt, who has been coaching the Giants for over a decade, and brothers Greg and Phil Snyder. Reichardt used to be the head coach, but in 2015 he handed off most coaching duties to Williams, who at the time was still a player.

For each of the volunteer coaches, what began as an intriguing opportunity eventually transformed into something deeper. Often, when the players are released and have no family to meet them at the prison gates, one of the baseball coaches is there waiting for them.

“They might not realize it,” said Jarrod Williams, the second baseman, “but they’re the only role models a lot of us have.”

The Opener

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Other prisoners assist with umpiring and coaching duties during games.

The Giants’ opening day was a spectacle, with speakers blasting Bay Area rap music and speeches given by various administrators at the prison. Andes, the warden, threw out the ceremonial first pitch, and a live trumpet rendition of “The Star-Spangled Banner” played.

Their first opponent was the L.A. Love, a team of entertainment industry veterans who make an annual trip to San Quentin. (Jon Hamm and Casey Affleck have played in recent years.)

On the mound for the Giants was Victor Picazo, their southpaw ace with a firm fastball and sharp slider. The Giants’ offense got to work in the first inning when Russelle doubled and then scored on a single by Anthony Denard, another team captain.

They took the one-run lead into the sixth, but an outfield error cost them two runs. They never regained the lead, losing the opener 2-1.

The next several games didn’t go much better, and with a 3-3 record the team captains called a players-only meeting.

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Seen through a fence, a baseball player smiling.

“It’s the feeling of being free again,” one player said about being on the ball field at San Quentin.

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Seen from behind, a man with a long ponytail under a gray hat, standing on a baseball field.

At practice, physical mistakes are tolerated, but mental mistakes are punishable by push-ups.

Before they were serving life sentences in San Quentin, Russelle and Denard grew up together in East Oakland.

Russelle’s father was Denard’s high school coach and would pick Russelle up from middle school and take him to practice.

“That was my relationship with my dad: baseball,” Russelle said.

Denard was the team’s star outfielder who had the eyes of professional scouts by his junior year. He was drafted by the Minnesota Twins in 1996, and then by the Arizona Diamondbacks after playing in junior college. But an arm injury derailed his career, and he ended up on the streets.

He was arrested on a winter morning in 2000 after murdering a man in an altercation outside a gambling den.

“I thought I had made it,” Denard said. “Then I threw my life away.”

Russelle became a high school standout himself, recruited to play at Contra Costa College. But in the summer after his final college season, he said, he began to commit crimes and abuse drugs. He was arrested in 2008 and convicted of rape and robbery.

On the night of his arrest, he remembers looking at an officer’s gun as he was pinned to the police car. “I thought to myself, if I could just reach it,” Russelle said, “I would blow my brains out.”

The Late Rally

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Postgame prayer at San Quentin.

On a sunny morning in May, the Giants faced Yuba City, a travel team of high schoolers from two hours north.

The Giants were down by eight runs early but rallied to tie it. “Keep believing!” Russelle told them. “We’re in this!”

With two outs and the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth, Kam Hamilton, the center fielder, swung and missed at a curveball in the dirt — but the ball skipped away. By the time the catcher could grab it, a cloud of dust had engulfed home plate, where Russelle, who had raced from third base, emerged victoriously. In a moment, a mistake became a triumph: The Giants won 10-9.

The teams gathered around the pitcher’s mound for a brief talk by both coaches, a postgame tradition.

“When you get off your path, you end up somewhere like here,” Russelle told them. “Stay focused. Listen to your coaches.”

He looked toward Denard, and said, “A lot of us were in your shoes, with bright careers ahead of us, and we blew it.”

The Parole Board

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Carrington Russelle

Since arriving in San Quentin in the spring of 2018, Russelle had done his best to build a résumé worthy of a second chance. At the beginning of the season, he used it to apply for a new sentence. If successful, a judge would review his case, taking into account character references and support letters.

Williams, too, hopes to regain his freedom soon. After three decades in San Quentin for burglary and assault, he is up for parole in February.

Parole hearings take place in a small room where prisoners sit, often alone, and face a pair of commissioners on a computer screen. The hearings last about two hours, beginning with a retelling of the crime and ending with a discussion of the current day. The parole board is looking for signs of rehabilitation in six categories. None of them involve baseball, per se.

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Williams outside his cell. He has been in San Quentin for three decades.

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Russelle is serving a life sentence.

Williams hoped his years of leadership on the field would come through, and his letters of recommendation would be written by the team’s volunteer coaches. In the character statement Russelle wrote in his application to be resentenced, he talked about how he used baseball as his ministry, and his role as a captain to build the team’s players into men.

On the floor of his cell, Russelle painted the Roman Road, a series of scriptures from the Book of Romans that outlines God’s plan for redemption: sin, consequence, salvation and acceptance.

But he realized redemption for his mistakes was more complicated than the wins and losses on a baseball field. After decades spent in prison for crimes that could never be undone, to victims that would never be the same, what did it mean to be redeemed?

“We caused tremendous harm, and we were rightly sentenced for our actions,” Russelle said. “Now we’re here, wanting to account for what we did.”

‘The Savage Beast’

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Russelle, safe at third.

The Giants took a 10-game winning streak into September, but it came to a lopsided end against Butte College, 19-0. With just a few weekends left to play, they were 21-8-2 — respectable, but far from the greatness of 2019.

The dog days of the season were beginning to set in. The laundry machines were broken, so the players hand-washed their uniforms in 10-gallon buckets. Their supply of baseballs was dwindling, and new boxes donated by outside organizations were stuck in an inspection process.

Team morale took a blow when Jarrod Williams violated the prison’s rules and was sent to solitary confinement.

On Thursday nights, the team practiced right after “count,” when inmates in the prison take attendance in their housing blocks.

You can’t see the ocean from the field, but its cool breeze and salty smell are apparent. On the last practice of the year, Williams threw batting practice as the sun set over a mountain of redwood trees beyond right field.

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A baseball player swinging a weighted bat to warm up.

Despite a 10-game winning streak, the Giants couldn’t match the success of the 2019 team.

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Other prisoners heckle their friends on the field.

“It soothes the savage beast,” Mechi said. “It is literally our Nirvana.”

Del Gadillo sat in the dugout and thought about his release, which was scheduled for just before Thanksgiving. He would meet his wife, April, at the prison gates, and they would take the train back to Southern California, where he had a job lined up working for Caltrain as part of a parolee employment program.

Russelle sat in contemplation, too, his 40-year-old body more sore than it had been in past years. If he was released, he said, there was one last season he planned to play: on his father’s men’s league team, which travels to Arizona every year for a father-son tournament. Neither he nor his father has ever had a chance to play in it.

The last game of the season was against Mission, a team from San Francisco. The coaches mixed up the rosters with prisoners and outsiders, giving the Giants a final chance to play against each other. When the game ended, the players lingered on the field a bit longer than usual, keeping their uniforms buttoned for one last time before next spring. The game wouldn’t count toward the team’s record, not that winning was on their minds.

Tuesday, November 18, 2025

11/16/25 GGP

It felt like this game was not going to happen, which is usually what starts happening around this time of year.  It rained really hard this week, which is good for the state, bad for baseball.  However, a quick recon on Sunday morning came back with good news, as long as we had a rake, the field was definitely playable.  

Hooray!  

I was doubly pleased because this is one of two weekends a year that I am guaranteed to play baseball if I want to, having turned 48 this week, birthday baseball is the best!  While we are on the subject, a hearty birthday greeting to Mike Naldony whose birthday actually fell on Sunday!

The weather was not exactly what one would call enjoyable, but at least at the beginning, it was dry-ish.  A light zest in the early innings, became a short big-drops-only rain, and then it stopped for a while, and then the zest got heavier and became a mist and then a rain, briefly.  By the 8th inning, it was wet enough that we were going to stop, but then it cleared and we were able to get the whole game in.

With plentiful parking in the park due to the damp conditions, we had enough to start the game on time, and with Sean starting for the homers and Satch for the visitors, it was game on. The grass was surprisingly dry for the what the weather had been like, but the mound was a different story.  

It sucked.  

The clay made for very slippery conditions and every time that I started to have a good landing zone, it would give way like a creaking levee and my foot would slip just enough to make me fearful. Sean didn't seem to have the same problems, so it may have been an issue of tonnage, but I threw 95% fastballs, or should I say "fastballs" since I couldn't really bear down.  The curve was erratic and the change up was useless, I never realized how much I rely on my landing to stabilize the ol' dipsy-doodle. 

We each scored a run early on, ours coming from Mike N, the birthday boy and lead-off hitter crossing the plate in the 1st.  The homers followed suit with an awesome safety squeeze, courtesy of the squeeze man himself, Greg. We scored another run and it stayed 2-1 for a while.  I left after 3 innings of almost falling on my ass and Dave took over.  He didn't seem to have any problems with the landing either, Sean stayed in and kept pouring it on.  

We tacked up a few more runs, and it was 5-1 through the middle innings.  More than most games, we had a Latin contingent out in force, all of them solid players and not a one of them over 5'2" except Erasto, who is probably a towering 5'5".  As much as we tried to get them to sit with us on the bench, they preferred to stay within their own group, at one point we had an all-Latin outfield, which may have been an MBC first. Wherever they were sitting, we were glad to have them.

Gabe came in to pitch for us, and if you have ever faced him, you know it is a not a fun experience.  He did well, as did Erasto who came in for the homers.  I think we scored one more and Mike N came in for the close, and he pitched admirably to cap his birthday game.  

Final, 6-2, visitors.

Highlights:

* Thanks to everyone who came out to play, we were 11-11 at our high point.

* Mike N did it all, bat, ball, glove, base stealing, happy birthday!

* Another game with several hits down the 3rd baseline, including one that went foul then came back and bounced off the bag

* A lot of strikeouts on a day that I would not have expected it

* Don showed up in the bottom of the 1st, so, early!

*  Always nice to have the Tim vs Sean battle, it's like our own little Civil War.

* I may be wrong here, but my thought is that a pass ball at 1st that hits the cement or fencing should be ruled a dead ball, and the runner gets 2nd. My rationale is that there is probably something else over there that it will hit, and its easier than trying to parse out the play

*  Patrick and Jacob both did a great job catching

* I had one of the longer singles of late 

* Nick Smith made two (!) foul ball catches at 1st. I complimented him as I passed him on the field and he asked if I was talking to him.....

*  The Safety Squeeze!

* Thank you to all that stayed to rake and clean up the field after the game, which hopefully will keep us on the good side of Parks and Rec. 

* To satisfy one kernel of conversation from the bench, here is the measurement to the berm in right field.  The story goes high school Barry Bonds hit a ball to the houses on the other side of Lincoln, which I call bullshit on, as it is easily 700+ feet. 

 

 

 

Monday, November 10, 2025

11/9/25 GGP

What a day!  

I had appealed to the group for good attendance since Rube Foster, my old man, was coming out to watch, and the two times before he had come out, we ended up only being able to do batting practice.  The third time pays for all in this case, as we had ample players and an amazing —bordering on sweltering— day.

As you no doubt surmise if you have been an avid reader of this little rag, I wanted to pitch a complete game, which meant a certain amount of assholery, since we were sitting 2 players at our high point.  Luckily my team was comprised of decent people and I got to pitch as much as I wanted to.  

The sleeper story of the game was the emergence of Nate as a dominant pitching force.  For 4 innings he held us scoreless, scattering 1 hit and 2 "I guess that was somewhere between a hit and error".  We went down in order the first two innings, and could not get started.  

The homers on the other hand, were raring to go from the first and began what would be a dazzling spell of baseball numerology.  The score was 2-0 in the 2nd inning, 4-0 in the 4th, 5-1 in the 5th, 6-3 in the 6th, and 7-5 in the 7th.

I had a rough go of it early on, the homers were teeing off on me, an when they weren't hitting rockets to center field, they hit ground balls to SS where Mitch encountered a dazzling display of shitty hops, one after another.  Seriously, I think he had about 6 bad hops, some run of the mill, some scary near misses with his face.  Once that stopped happening, our defense got a lot better.  For both teams, the double play was a weapon, I think I counted 5-6 double plays between the two teams.

Nate gave way to HR, then McG, then Erasto, and all of them pitched well.  HR was locked in at first but lost his grip on the control for a little while and we played the time-honored game of "Is it a strike or is it going to hit me in the neck?"

As usual, I plodded along, getting warmer with each inning, and by the end I was where I wanted to be, minimum pitches, maximum outs.  Never was easy, I think I had two innings without a baserunner, and I got out of at least 2 bases loaded jams, but the homers were threatening the entire game.  If we had won the game, I would have felt bad, our team never looked like winners.  We finished the game early by our standards and decided to go one more, since it was only 3:20.  Our team mustered up a little ginger to plate a run, but could not do more and the final was a much deserved win for the homers, 7-6.

Highlights

* Nate was a menace on the mound and at the plate, 3 hits, 2 doubles, about 4 RBIs

* Adam had my number all day, sending one line drive after another to left field

* The homers also hit 4 balls down the 3rd baseline for hits

* Sean tracked a ball down in the outfield when I really needed it

* Tim was a stalwart at 2nd for the double plays and had a nice knock

* McG, Mike N, Gabe, Nate, Powell, Lynch all had well struck balls 

* My knuckleball was stupidly bad at the beginning of the game and was my saving grace by the end

* Lots of foul balls

* Gabe turned on my inside fastballs 3 times in a row and got a lot of barrel, that's not supposed to happen

* Nick Smith stole a base and Anna made the mistake of swinging and fouling it off.  We think Nick should have been allowed to keep the base, since he had it stolen well before the swing.  

* I had what I thought was sure-fire double to right until it came down right where JT was standing

* Not only is Sean a great catcher, but he compliments you and makes you feel really good about yourself and your pitching

* The crazy lady that was monologuing in the stands throughout the game also was listening to a really nice selection of classical music.

Monday, October 20, 2025

10/19/25 GGP

The regulars were all back, as were some new guys and we ended up with about 27 players.  That is how it seems to be these days.  No complaints other than it would be be nice to have steady attendance rather than this feast and famine situation.

It was sunny-ish when we got there, then it got foggy and chilly and humid, and then the sun came out again and we were bathed in its warming rays to the end of the game.  The band was out in less than full force, but made with the nice music and BBQ sausages as usual.

Sonny started for the visitors and Satch for the homers, and right off the bat (ha) the visitors pounced on my pitches, and I could not get an out to save my life. Two runs scored before I was even warmed up.  Luckily, that was the only two that they would get from me.  My defense settled down and was locked in.  

Sonny did well for a guy with a giant knee brace on, and kept us in check for the the first several innings.  We got a runner to third once, that was about it.  So we settled for trying to score a run, and finally in about the 4th inning, we did.  One run.  

I wrapped up after 5 innings, having downshifted into maximum efficiency, my pitch counts for the last three innings were 4--6--7.  Not too shabby.  I did not strike out a single batter the whole game, but my defense was solid as rocks, including one master Charlie D at 2nd base with a little flair and panache.

The hard part about having 13 players is that you try to be a good guy and take your turns sitting out, but everyone else is also trying to sit, so you start to think that you have, even though you ended up playing outfield because no one else would.  We came back over the top in the 6th inning, with new meat Dave on the mound, and took a 3-2 lead.  Phelps and Mitch came in to hurl for us after that, and pitched well, but the visitors refused to go quietly though and the game was knotted at 3's before too long on a great opposite field RBI by Anna.  

A huge batting roster makes for a long wait in between at bats, so I think it was about the 5 inning  before we all got our 2nd at bats.  Hitting for both teams seemed a little awry, and when anyone did get into one, the outfielders were placed perfectly.  A nice tight game.

We went into the 8th raring to go, and engineered the game-winning rally, moving runners along and taking advantage.  The tying and go-ahead runs in place, we coasted into the top of the 9th with nary a whimper from the visitors for a narrow win, 6-5.  

What's that, extra innings?

Something seemed off to me when the plan was being hatched, and that was the homers were getting an extra at bat but they also seemed to be leaving, which didn't bode well for the visitors getting their extra inning.  I kept asking how we were going to do this, and no one listened.  Of course, we also strung together the biggest rally of the day in the 9th as well, scoring about 6 runs, including a bases-loaded double. 

So by the time the 3rd out was recorded, half of our team had their street shoes on.  Most of the visitors—besides McG who called bullshit on the whole thing— didn't really care to have their extra turn, and we called the game.  

Let it be know that we the remaining homers were willing to play that inning, but the visitors chose to eschew their hitting rights.

Highlights

* Great to see everyone out, keep it up!

* Mike Naldony gets the hustle award for almost beating out a throw to first while wearing shin guards. 

* Anna with the clutch hit to the hole on the right side

* Gabe blasted one to center field

* The visitors turned two double plays

* Greg tried 3 times to steal 2nd, and was thwarted by foul balls

* I hit a ball really hard to left field that Jacob was right on, so much so that it hit his glove, knocked his hat off and fell to the ground

* I also rocketed a ball to Jacob at SS, which he absorbed with his abdomen, he might have a bruise today....

* Mitch was a stalwart at every position, all day

* Along with a nice put out, Charlie's productive out placed our tying run on 3rd with one out, nice!

* A routine ground ball in which the throw is a scud in the dirt or airmailed over the first baseman will now be known as a Mission Baseball Double

* We had a couple of foul balls that looked as though they might squib back into play

* Naldony also tracked down a long foul ball behind the plate

* The knuckleball, change up, and curve ball were all working for me—I got 5 outs with the knuckle, Greg has never called it so often

* Phelps at 1B was warming up the infield with Alejandro at 3B, who always takes warm-ups seriously. Three times Phelps threw a slow roller to practice his barehand throw (all three throws were wide). Then first batter of that inning, JT, hits a slow roller to 3rd! As Alejandro was about to field it, Phelps yells... Barehand! Alejandro nails the throw!

* New guy hit the highest infield pop up we have seen in a while

* Sean caught again, and Phelps was pitching, a lefty battery, love it!

* Cap tip to Charlie and Tristan for holding up their end of the bargain as the fresh recruits

* JT brought out a glove that was so old it was eligible for AARP benefits and discounts

* A big thanks to all the visiting team pitchers that took it easy on Charlie, he makes me get a verbal confirmation from every new pitcher that they will take it easy and not drill him in the face with the high heater.  I am not sure why my kids think the MBC is a bunch of savages....


Monday, September 29, 2025

9/28/25 GGP

Another humid foggy day.  Another disappointing turnout.  

Although we did a little math and counted at least 7 players that can usually be counted on to be there that were not for legitimate reasons. The parking was a breeze too!  

Satch threw another CG, working the ol' soup bone with a lot of change of speed stuff, the occasional curveball that was either a strike or right at the hitters back.  Still workshopping that one.  Nick W. started for the visitors, and is stuck in a doom loop of back tightness that has again forced him to leave the mound in the middle of an inning.

We had 11 by game time, but were buoyed by four league players that came from their game to fill in for us, thank you Elias, Byron, Ben, and Nico! Thanks to Alejandro for being the ambassador of the game.

At our high point, I think we had 16, but people started leaving mid-game, so we were never really comfortable.  The visitors scored 2 runs in the first inning and we answered back and then piled another 2 on.  The score was 4-2 for a few innings, and then our team exploded for some bases loaded magic and when the dust had cleared it was 10-3.  Elias was destroying the ball, and running and sliding harder than we have seen at our game in a long time.  He even slid headfirst into home on a close play at the plate.

After Nick bowed out, McG came in and did very well for not having any prep time.  After he got through a few innings, then Jacob came in for a while and was throwing a pretty good knuckleball for some of the game, which was nice to see. Then he took himself out of the position mid-inning and Byron came in to finish up the mop job.  Byron had a nice zip on his fastball and a sneaky delivery.

We tacked on a few more, and decided it was time to end, when the roster fell from 15 to 12. Nick W jumped ship to the homers to make the balance right, and from there the visitors managed a baserunner in the 9th but that was it for a rally.

Final 12-3, Homers

Highlights:

* Big thank you to the league guys that made our game possible! Hope to see you all again

* Don was right on time, in the 3rd inning

* Our team had an early issue with ground balls, just getting eaten up by them, but the defense settled down and we locked in

* Thanks to all the catchers (and pitchers) they were at a premium: McG, Gaspar, Nico, Don, Alejandro, Kenball

* Alejandro had several infield hits due to his hustle down the line

* Around the 4th inning my arm finally warmed up and I finished the 4th and the 5th with strike outs looking

* So many pop-ups, the changeup was working well for that

* Great play on a foul ball by Gaspar

* Cap tip to the visitors for playing good defense while filling in for us, great catch Don.....SHIT!

* Patrick went up and got one at SS for a fancy snare

* Elias had more hustle than any of us, with at least 3 extra base hits, including a bases loaded triple, and he almost caught Patrick on the basepaths

* I announced in the 9th that everyone was getting a fastball down the middle for their first pitch. Sometimes what you want the most is your downfall, and we had 2 quick outs to start.

* I don't think I have seen this play before, ground ball to the right side, 2nd baseman picks it up and then runs to first for the out.  There was a convergence of myself, Adam, and Elias, and that is the play that made the most sense. And yes, I did cover the bag like I am supposed to.

* Gaspar, the consummate gentleman, offered to have us play 2 outfielders, since last week we did it his way.  We played full field for the first part of the game, but with the exodus in the 6th, we shaved it down to 2.  No real difference.

* Adam had two nice running plays on short pop flies

* I may be coming out of my extended slump, 3 hits including one that Nick signaled should have been a HR, but I was content to take a double. I don't want to hurt my arm patting myself on the back, but it was a pretty impressive hit


* Roll Call of the Faithful: Lynch, Gaspar, Nick W., Don, McG, Anna, Patrick, Jacob, Adam, Elias, Byron, Ben, Nico, Satch, Alejandro, Kenball

Saturday, September 27, 2025

9/21/25 GGP

Super shitty parking.

Warm day, muggy, almost sultry.  Then the fog rolled in, and I found myself still sweating in the fog.

I started for the visitors and Sonny for the homers.  

Sonny is still pumping strikes, and has developed some good off speed stuff

We had 15 at a high point but barely 14 for most of it.

Highlight of the game: The reemergence of Abe!  Back from a 4.5 year hiatus, his daughter in tow, and the rest of the family making an appearance at the end.  Welcome back, and don't be a a stranger!

Gaspar vetoed my suggestion that we keep to 2 outfielders, which I like since it doesn't make that much of a difference for our teams, and we get to not be running in an out from the outfield the whole time.  So instead I played outfield as much as I could to give them a taste of what that extra fielder can bring to the game.

A guy from a previous game played with us, big shout out to Mark!

No Greg, no Tony, no Mitch, no Sean, no Adam, no McG's.

Don was late, but early by his standards.

The game was back and forth, both of us were throwing efficiently. Sonny quit after 6, HR came in, did well too.  I stayed in and ate the whole thing, as my team was low on pitchers.

My team was up, after some rough patches.  Going into the final inning, technically the 8th because people had to go

I coughed up the lead in the bottom of the 8th, and the homers won the game. 

6-5(?), homers

Highlights

* Well, 14.5 ain't bad I guess.

* I am going to keep pushing for a 2-outfielder defense, if things don't turn around with our numbers.  As a non-strikeout pitcher, I of all people, should care a lot about the quality of my defense, and honestly, it doesn't make that much of a difference.  But being able to sit on the bench and have a conversation with a person I haven't seen in a few years does.

* Sonny and HR both pitched well

* I struck out Don with one of two decent curveballs I threw the whole game

* The Gaspar shift paid off every time.

* Mike N did a fantastic job behind the dish for the whole game

* We managed to keep to the two original balls in play for the whole game, and they were beat up by the end of it

* Nick W. was the defensive player of the game, with several great catches in the outfield on balls that no one thought would be caught.

* We managed a double play on one of those catches as the baserunner was convinced there was no way Nick would get the ball

* Nate was out and hit the smoker of the game, a big drive to left.  Unfortunately, his team didn't care enough to help him with base-coaching, so he listened to me from the mound, and got thrown out trying to make it a homerun.  The picture is where it landed, but then it rolled onto the dirt and it was off to the races



Roll Call of the Faithful:

HR, Sonny, Don, Nate, Abe, Powell, Nick W, Satch, Jacob, Mark, Mike N, Mike L, Alex, Lynch, Gaspar

Monday, September 15, 2025

9/7/25 West Sunset #2 Field

 A shit attendance for a pretty good game on a great day. 

I know it's still technically summertime but we have had really bad numbers for most of our games for the past 3 months and this game was no different, we had 13 people.  I sent an angry email cursing everyone and the first week of NFL football, but that didn't seem to do any good.

The weather was amazing, hot by SF standards, a bit muggy and sometimes overcast, but all in all a great day for some baseball.

We figured out the best way to divide was to do 6 on 7 with 2 outfielders, that way we were still only exchanging 2 players and there was no clear advantage. I started for the visiting team and Phelps for the  homers, and he went 6 innings and then Nick W. came in, but tweaked his back and took himself out of the game in mid-inning and Brian Phelps came back in, that was different. 

I was emboldened by the fact that I had Sean catching for me—which was a first that I could remember— it also guaranteed that we were going to see an amazing sweat design appear on Sean's shirt. He is no stranger to excessive perspiration, but today's output was a Hall of Fame day for sure.




The game started out fairly even-handed, but somewhere around the third inning, I lost the ability to get an out—along with the rest of my team: double play balls turned into bases-loaded situations, ground balls turned into RBI doubles, and so forth.

The team eventually took pity on the score and made it a soft 9 - 2 with the caveat that if we approached the tying run, the score would be reassessed to what it actually was, Amazingly we ended up coming back and scoring several runs and the home team had to reassess and we entered into the later part of the game with the score 11 - 9.

I came out of the game and Sean came in and really shut down the home team for the rest of the game so once again I proved to be the problem. I also can't seem to hit my way out of a wet paper sack these days. I'm not sure if I'm getting old, losing my baseball skills, in a major slump, or maybe all three.

In any case we roared back and tied the score in the ninth inning at 11-11!

We couldn't believe we had come so far but then we still had to hold the home team and no one was able to do that. They loaded them up and scored the winning run before we had gotten our first out.

Final Score- 12-11, Homers

 Highlights

*Thank you to everybody who showed up on a day that we should have had extras

*Two left-handed catchers played in the game Sean and Brian Phelps I don't know if that's a first for the Mission baseball club I feel like we may have had it before but certainly not with Sean attached

* We also had the first-ever balk enforcement, and then a second balk! Mike N deked Nick hard core (enforced) and Phelps balked on the shitty mound (overlooked)

*The one really rough thing about West Sunset #2 is the sun on the left side of the diamond both in the sky and reflecting off the ocean is completely blinding

* I have it on good authority that Dan was on his phone in the outfield, and still managed to make a catch when the ball was hit his way.  Not the way we learned how to do it, but effective, I guess

*The home team couldn't help themselves and had several opposite field hits which with 2 outfielders really sucks the second baseman is effectively also the right fielder

*I was a disgusting 1 for 6, but at least the one hit was for 2 RBIs that started our comeback rally

 Roll call of the faithful: Anna, Nick W, Nick S, Jack, Greg, Phelps, Chris P, Jacob, Mike N, Sean, Patrick, Dan, Satch, 


Monday, August 25, 2025

8/24/25 GGP

Beautiful SF summer Sunday.  About 66 degrees and foggy, saw the sun twice in 3 hours.

Thank you to everyone that showed up on Sunday, we were without a MBC founding member for the first time in a while, that I can remember.  Greg, Tony, Adam all out of pocket for various reasons.  For the game purposes—in their absence— seniority fell to Nick Smith, who was out there playing like it was 2001.  

I got to be on the same team as Sean, which rarely happens, and we faced our old rival, Sonny Big League.  Sonny's pitching has improved a lot over the years and now that is he is a professional, he is a tough arm to face.  His fastball has more zip, and he breaks off the off speed stuff with aplomb.

I started the game, hoping to get some innings, and much like Ralph in the Alka Seltzer commercial,  I can't believe I ate the whole thing!  Big cap tip to my team, this game was won on defense.  I got to the field planning for the 3:30 start time, and of course the game before ended at 2:30.  So anyway, I didn't warm up beforehand, and took the bump without having thrown.  Needless to say, the first inning was problematic, the homers scored 2 and then I went out for the 2nd feeling better.  

About halfway through that inning I remember feeling my arm loosen up and have more pep.  A good feeling to have.  Curveball was finally working regularly, so I used that in the beginning of the game, and then as my elbow got tweaky towards the middle of the game, I moved to a change of speed style.  

We answered back the two runs and then one more to take the lead which we didn't surrender the rest of the game.  We had a couple of nice efficient innings in the middle, in the sixth, I checked in with Sean about pitching.  He encouraged me to keep throwing and so I did.  Probably because Greg was not there to shame me to into giving up the bump and stop glory hunting and thinking only of myself.  All true, but when no one is saying it out loud, its easier to ignore.  Again, thank you to my team for letting me eschew the code for the game.

Gabe came in after Sonny, who is a scary pitcher to face.  He's got a real cannon, and seems like he has settled down a lot since starting, but the odd pitch comes in high and tight and makes one's starfish pucker.  I think we tend to forget what facing a real fastball is like.  Gabe is here to remind us.  Anyway, my team did admirably against him, but I was shit.  I struck out and flied out.  Chris Powell followed Gabe and did great too.

About the 7th inning, the homers got to me, and the score was 8-4 with threats of more.  My defense once again made the plays and we escaped with no further harm.  I downshifted into slow, meatball corner pitches and that was pretty much the game.  Bottom of the 9th the homers threatened again with a a lot of baserunners, but we got the job done, with a diving catch in center field by Cleveland's own Mike Gaspar to end the game.

Final, 8-4, visitors.

Highlights

* Some amazing plays were made

* Jacob new guy did well, hit a rocket but unfortunately got Mitched (who was on our team!!!! and filling in for Nate who disappeared) on a sure fire triple

* Alejandro with the shoestring laser catch

* Mitch was great everywhere he played, but got fucked by the wind in right in the first inning.

* THE WIND IN RIGHT!  Dang, it was a wall.  Gabe tattooed one off of me early in the game to right center, and it literally stopped in mid flight and dropped for a catch.  The whole game the wind was an issue

* Gaspar hit a Gaspar special that should be a first-ballot Gaspar HOF.  It arced around third base and landed about a foot from the foul line.  It was perfection.

* Two awesome pop outs behind the dish, Gabe and Kenball making the plays!

* Everyone who played first base made an awesome play

* I think there were 2 or 3 double plays.

* Big hits and RBIs- Gabe, Powell, McG, Sean, Lynch, Anna, Nick W., Gaspar, Mitch, Kenball

* The band was out and entertained us the whole game, complete with a national anthem and 7th inning stretch.

* Kenball again with the foul out catch, at first base

* Gabe had at least 4-5Ks

* Best curveball of my whole game was employed to strike out Nick Smith, sorry!

* The changeup made for about 5 weird, end-of-the-bat squibbers

* Sonny put it best, "When you throw the whole game, you feel like you got to do your job."

For the kids that don't know what the fuck I am talking about.





Tuesday, August 19, 2025

8/17/25 GGP

 After 2 weeks or more of subpar showings, Greg shamed a lot of us into making the game.  It worked, as it usually does, and we had 11-11 for the bulk of the game.  That was the good news.  

The bad news was that we stood around for an hour waiting for the game before us to finish.  

Officially, our permit was for 3:30, so we were a little early, but we were being polite, letting the teams know that we were waiting and anything they could do to move it along would be appreciated.  Our inside lane was that Liam and Aiden were playing on that team.  That blew up in our faces, and what was promised was not delivered as the minutes ticked by.  Supposedly, it was a 1-run game and they didn't want to just quit a good game.  I get that.  What happens if it gets tied up though?  Luckily, they floundered, and the game ended.  We didn't start our game until after 4pm, so it was an abbreviated contest.

Sean started for the homers, with Gabe in new catcher's gear, bought off Craigslist by someone giving up the game.  I started for the visitors, with Greg behind the dish.  Dave scored a run for us in the first inning, which we thought was a good portent of things to come.  How wrong we were.  The first couple of innings were not bad, the game was back and forth: 3-2, 5-3.  

Then the roof caved in on our defense and the homers pushed 9 runs across the board.  Ouch.  

I was pitching for what felt like a month and we still didn't have an out.  I gave up my share of hits, including a Gabe hit that should have been a automatic round-tripper (see picture below) but for whatever reason, no one was fighting for it.  Our infield could not make the throw to first base.  Anna tried her best, but every throw was 5 feet in front of her, or 5 feet over her head.  So it went, on and on.  My estimate is that we were about 2 for 10 on ground ball outs in the inning.  When we got the first out, it felt like Christmas.


So the game from there out was not quite as much fun as it could have been.  I threw 2 more innings, then handed the ball off to Dave for the final inning.  He did great, but we could not do anything with the bats, and Sean ended up with a CG and the win.

13-5, Homers.

Highlights

* New guys abounded, and they were all good.  One in particular smoked the ball

* My change up was getting cranked and the knuckleball was working but still being hit hard

* JT was robbed of a hit by an overzealous New Guy who should know better than to pick on a old man

* Tony was out, in a rehab start, taking it easy, but great to see him!

* The homers staffed a real Murderers Row of a line up

* Mike N was responsible for some soul crushing RBIs

* Greg and McG and Gabe behind the dish

* Aiden and Liam were not invited to play with us, but wormed their way into the bottom of the lineup

* Diego made some good stops at SS, but had a case of the yips

* I guess the old saying that pitching, defense, home runs, timely hitting, baserunners, and speed win ball games is true.

* So I posited the question to our dugout in the midst of the hitting doldrums: There is no Buster Posey rule in the MBC, so would it ever be OK to truck the catcher at a play at the plate?  More to the point, if Gabe was the catcher, and the runner knew what they were committing to.  For those that don't know, Gabe is probably a solid-muscle 250lbs and built like a defensive end.  There are only a few people I can think of that would create more than a minor disturbance for him in that situation, so that would make it seem like a caveat emptor situation.  Greg bought up a valid point that Gabe should be asked what his opinion on the whole thing might be.  I admit the whole thing is sort of half-serious, if anyone actually tried to bust the catcher, we would probably all be very upset.  However, if the catcher is bigger and stronger than you—by a lot—does that change anything? 

Thursday, August 14, 2025

8/2/25 San Quentin Giants vs MBC

First time in 2 years that I got play inside, and it is a whole new thing.  Since our Snyder brothers and Sonny are now coaching the team, we have the inside track on entries, and extra time, and getting out in a reasonable fashion.  

The day was expectedly brisk for 7:45am, in the parking lot, and we were on time for our gate check.  I was even allowed to bring in the Tree Trunk, after appealing to the team that I needed it for my gentle giant hands.  Fat lot of good it did me, but it was an entertaining anomaly for the other team, so not all bad. 

Greg sidestepped playing time, so we had 10 players in the lineup, which was nice.  I was assigned 1st base for the bulk of the game, as it was concluded that I could do the least amount of defensive damage from there.  Liam started on the bump and was in good form, throwing 6 strong innings, 4 runs scored, of which only 2 were earned. He was busting the hitters inside and kept them from getting anything extended.

Our starting defensive set up was: 
Liam-1
Gabe-2
Satch-3
Mike N-4
Lynch-5
Sean-6
Shark-7
Carter-8
HR-9
Conor-Reserve

So not a bad team, all things considered, and we kept it close for several innings.  We got out to a lead early on and held it for the first half of the game.  The highlight of the game for us was definitely the round-tripper that Gabe hit out to right center and into the First Nation sweat lodge space.

The SQ players are a fast and aggressive bunch though, and there is only so much you can do when guys can take bases with impunity and are always challenging the arms.  A better 1st baseman may have had some of them, but I was peppered with one wild pickoff throw after another from Liam and Gabe, and SQ made the most of it.  We were still ahead 5-2 when a player ripped a ground ball to center that megged Carter (as the kids say) and by the time he got to it, the batter had an in-the-park HR.  Damn.

We also held the distinction of having only lefty SS's for the game, Sean and Shark splitting duty.  Liam left with the game still intact 5-4 and handed the ball off to Satch for an inning.  I coughed up the lead but managed to lean on my defense enough to escape with the score knotted at 5-5.  This was mostly due to a great catch in left by Shark who had the gamesmanship to fire the ball to Nadolny covering 2nd and double up the runner.  If we have one thing in common with the SQ team, we both could improve our baserunning skills.  I struck out a player for the final out with the Eephus changeup, freezing him.  yay!

Shark came in for the final innings of the game and threw well.  The SQ players started to get used to our pitching, and their hitting became more confident.  They scored a few more runs, as our offensive output dried up and though we played an extra inning since we had the time, it was to no avail and the final score was a loss for the MBC

9-5, SQ Giants.

Highlights

* ‎As they tear down the old wall behind the backstop, there is less of a problem with the ball blending into the background

* Gabe's HR was a real beauty!

* Liam's pitching was on point 

* Both Liam and Shark had the runners befuddled from the stretch and we picked off several runners

* The defensive play of the game was a hit to the gap in left center, easily a double.  Liam got to it and made an amazing throw to on a line to 3rd base, and Lynch then fired it home to Gabe to tag out the sliding runner at the plate.  It was awesome.

* We staffed 3 lefties in the lineup and still couldn't get that short porch

* Add another victim to the hit...wait...9-3 SQ putout

* Greg caught the 10th, which was nice

* Shark made some great plays at SS, and had a lot more hustle, word is he is a lot younger than the beard tells us

* The bane of the outfielders is the fly ball that tracks into the gravel and about 15 inmates doing laps

* We were welcomed with the addition of Jenny and friends, who came in to cheer the teams on.  Greg has been playing baseball for 30 years in the MBC, and finally got the compliment from his wife that this "baseball thing is kind of entertaining."

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

7/13/25 GGP

The temperature plummeted the closer I got to GGP.  It was a balmy 84 degrees in the East Bay, and by the time I found parking it was 63 degrees.  Not uncomfortable, but we didn't see the sun for the entire game either.  We were also cramped in right field, as the Olde Tyme game had started at the same time that we did.  While staffing right field to protect my team from my questionable fielding, I had the chance to watch the other game, and GOOD GOD, are there a lot of dropped balls.  I would say an average of 10 chances for every 3 outs recorded.  

Nick W started for the homers and Sean for the visitors.  Sean would remain for the majority of the game, eating the deficit like a good pitcher should.  For once, I was on the team doing the spanking, rather than getting spanked.  It's been a while.  

Nick pitched well and even remained for an inning after he thought that he would, since the last one "went so fast."  Usually that is the death knell of the pitcher, but he sailed his way through and handed the ball off to Satch.  I was excited to throw again, after getting the chance just the week before in the double header.  The best thing I can say is that my curve ball is back!  Being able to add that back into my arsenal has been great, and honestly, it works better as a big loopy bait pitch than anything that you might see from a competent pitcher. 

Sean battled his way through the game but was unable to get the outs he needed when he needed them.  We were hammering the hole between 3rd and SS all game, and Django made some fine plays to stop the balls from reaching the outfield, but not enough to get the outs.  There were also the usual selection of dinks and kicks that extended innings where there should have been outs. Erasto came in to mop up and we fared better than we have in the past.

With a plethora of players playing, 11-11 at one point, the game was a fairly relaxing affair, and no one seemed to be overextending themselves.  The score got a little out of hand by the middle third though, with our lead being extended to a generous 9-2.  We even started conceding outs on close plays rather than see the inning extended, a cap tip to Mitch who hustles all the time and probably got screwed at least once.  Don showed up early (2nd inning) and was able to play most of the game.  Then people started to leave, and the batting order got messed up again, like last week.

Into the 9th inning, the score 12-4.  Nothing doing. 

Final score, 12-4, Homers.

Highlights

* ‎Thanks to all that played

* Django did his best against a barrage of plays at SS

*  I love having Mitch play SS, since we get so many short pop flies that he is basically also an outfielder

* Thanks to Greg, Don, Gaspar and one other for catching

* The addition of Jose and new Amigo to our game was nice, and they both were ripping the ball and making plays

* Greg in particular did a great job of blocking the ball

* Jack, frustrated by his lack of hits, tattooed a ball that was destined to splinter my shin.  Reflexively, I put my glove down to try and deflect it and somehow caught the ball in an awkward backhand.  Apologies for the outs, it was all reflex, not skill.

* Erasto with another great day at the plate, but we finally tagged him for some runs in his two-inning stint

* The great when is it an "automatic home run" debate rages on.  I hit one off Sean that I thought was a no-doubter, and I began to trot hoping that would be signal that I was opening the play for debate.  When I got to first, I made the twirly gesture to further cement my stance.  No one else seemed to buy what I was selling, and I so I ended up with a RBI single, perhaps the longest in history.  Looking at the map, I think I have a good case for believing it should be counted.

I know that Jack was playing me at about 390 in left field, and I split the difference between left and center.  The ball one-hopped to the berm where the hill starts, which you can see in the picture about 15 feet beyond the landing.  Maybe not a herculean blast, but certainly for a fat slow hobbled guy, an argument could be made.

























We also have to include Sean's hit, which was prodigious, and brought about the argument of why his hit wasn't also considered a no doubter?  Well, this is about where it landed, which is easy to remember, because of where it landed in relation to where the left fielder was from the other game.  If we start down the road of short porches and park variation, where does it end?  

























What I found in my searches is that the average distance from home plate to the left-center field wall in MLB parks is approximately 371 feet.  So I got 10 feet on that, roughly.

So that is something.

So where does this leave us?
Can we ever find a field on the regular that has a fence e.g., Crocker Amazon?
Do we institute the cone system like Stoner tried to implement 15 years ago and was roundly rejected? 

The call from Sean was that I have to state immediately after the hit that I believe it to be a home run and then it goes to committee, I guess?  I thought my trot was enough, but I guess next time I will try for a Oh yeah, that baby is GONE and hope I win the argument.