Thursday, May 6, 2010

5/1/10- San Quentin: 5/2/10- Moscone

















We congregated in the parking lot, making sure we didn't have any of the 160 things that you can't being in now, 12 no, wait, 14 of us (Ben and Vic) trudged up the hill, already sweating in the hot Marin sun and started the process. Amazingly we were in record time, the bag search was about the same, the guard barely peeked in each bag and when the phone rang he stopped all together. I think they must have known we were good guys.

The new multi-million dollar hospital is finished, and according to one inmate, they only have one floor of medical services, the rest is fancy offices with views of Mt. Tam and the bay. Sounds about right. They still have to leave the grounds to get any major medical help, so one wonder what the hospital is used for. During the Norovirus outbreak, they closed the hospital and told the inmates that they didn't allow sick people in there.

We put on the spikes and got the word from Kent that we would be starting a little late as one cell block had not been released, and that group contained both pitchers. We threw in the outfield and then took infield, looking remarkably sharp in contrast to games past. The Giants took their turn, we spoke to the umpires about the rules of balls in the yard and the first pitch was underway. Mitch was hit with a ball in the shoulder and helmet, stole second, and came home on a single by Chris Powell. Another run scored and we ended the top of the first out in front for the first time. Sean, the cagey lefty, who was on his first trip to the Big House (that we know about) took the bump and started mowing inmates down. He kept them off balance all day, and added to his glory by going 3-3 at the plate. He had a little trouble, as we all did with the home plate umpire whose strike zone was changing batter to batter, and who was very susceptible to the frame. But he did it for both teams, so whatever. Apparently it was his first game behind the plate.

One of the main reasons we had been excited about this game as that we had cherry picked a defense that wouldn't crumble and fall at the prospect of playing at SQ, and indeed our defense was solid all day, no misplayed balls in the outfield, the only major hit that the Giants got was off Satch, and it was a deep drive, saved from being a homerun by a few feet. Our infield knocked everything down that they could, and did a really great job of keeping the ball in the infield and preventing the hungry runners from advancing just because they could.

Neither team scored again until the 6th, when we got a new pitchers to face, and took full advantage of the situation. John Nero was our lone baserunner, but he advanced carefully to each sack, and we kept getting runners behind him. Satch came up with the bases loaded and two outs, and I am here to tell you that was a bit of a high pressure at bat. Not to mention I had struck out the at bat before, and the cons on the wore were giving it to me the whole at bat. Telling me I was done, and that I was afraid to swing....1-2 before I could even figure out what the hell I was doing. I fouled a couple of picthes off, kept wide and low and sent a pitch to the right center gap, that allowed the bases to clear. A great feeling. I stayed at 1st to enjoy it, and also so I didn't get thrown out at 2nd and be a shit heel after being a star. Wise choice.

Sean gave way to Satch in the 6th, and in hindsight, I should have warmed up a bit more, I didn't throw a strike for the first 8 pitches, and when I did it was hit well. A misplayed ball at 2nd was all it took to get the Giants on the board, and the score stood 5-2. But we held them, Satch started throwing strikes, the defense capped the rallies, and made the plays that were needed. I got sweet revenge on Red, the guy who had hit the monster shot off of me, and who our entire bench was happy to remind me of when he came up again. Yeah, I recognize the guy. I employed the slower and slower defense against him, throwing changeup after changeup, and getting him to flail off balance. He battled, but in the end, I got him to swing at a dying quail of a pitch, and the danger was over. Stretch himself complimented me after the game and said he liked that approach to aggressive hitters.

Somewhere in the middle of the game, Stoner came up and got plugged in the back fo the neck, which was not what we wanted to see or hear. It was a meaty thwap, and Stoner went down, yelled FUCK! and then laid on the ground. As concerned as we were for him, his reaction was also slightly amusing, in a gallows humor sort of way (hey it's prison). He stayed down and was checked out, and the Giants got him a leaky icebag that got him more wet than anything. But we were all very relieved to see him get up and walk. And he didn't even miss his next at bat. That's the MBC spirit, play in the face of all medical advice!

We came to the 9th, they got a man on, but it was too little too late, and Johnny "Bad Ass" the catchers who looks like he could take on a Abrahams tank, flied out to Sean in left to record the final out. We had won. It didn't sink in for while, we shook hands, met for a prayer at the mound, chatted for a few minutes and then were herded out. The beer flowed at the Marin Brewing Co. and toasts were handed all around. Freedom and victory never tasted so good.

Highlights

*Sean gets the game ball for excellent pitching and hitting and fielding, all on his first outing

*Greg caught the whole game, and framed some excellent pitches.

*Noah, who kept a clean scorecard and played some soccer in right field

*We had a lot less strikeouts then we usually do, thanks to some more aggressive swinging and no Stretch

*Johnny Bartlett got a hit after being robbed at the plate, and made a great stop at 3rd.

*Brian, Mitch, Stoner all had important catches in the outfield.

*It was fun to have all the inmates against us in the game, usually they want to see the Giants lose, but they were cheering pretty good for their own guys this time.

Thanks to everyone who made it out. 1-9 BABY!!!!

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Moscone. Well, it was a nice day. 11 people showed up, then 12, then 11 again. We played Reykjavik 11, glad that we were able to do something but man, it sucked not having a game after the high the day before. Thanks to Vivek for bringing Matt! Other wise we might have had to have batting practice! Ouch. The game as it was, went about 6 innings, and the final was 14-8?

Highlights

*Gaspar hit one through my legs on the pitchers mound. Not used to that.

*Sean had two homeruns.

*I pitched more, and needed some serious ice afterwards. And booze.

*Vivek had a monster shot.

*I finally broke the Old Pete bat, it served us well. I am taking it camping and will burn it ceremoniously.

*Thanks to Greg, Gaspar, John Spack for catching, and extra thanks to Gaspar for pitching as well

*Sean had a crafty hidden ball trick

*Finally got some good hits with the Nike bat

*Nick Smith's grunts when he hits are getting more pronounced, and more intimidating

Well, hope to see us back up to 19 on Sunday, Cop Field, 3 pm.

S. Paige

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

4/25/10- Camp Swampy

It was a glorious return to one of the lesser favored fields in MBC's arsenal, and true to Swampy's demeanor, one of us was injured before the day was out. But we had 22 players, and some interesting plays to make the day worthwhile.

Johnny Bartlett was hungry to start and was on the bump before everyone had even warmed up. His defense spread out behind him and then before we knew it, 9 runs had been scored. Yeah, 9. Bloops were popular, as were seeing-eye ground balls, and the occasional misplayed pop up. Johnny kept his composure but we could tell he was not having a very good time. Satch started for the visitors, and set down the homers before they could answer back with any runs. A meeting of the minds decided that a trade was in order, and so Mike Lattig was dealt away to the home team for one Mr. Doc Magrane. We decided to keep going and see how it went. The homers finally got on the board, but quickly the visitors sprang back to take the run away and we entered the 3rd 10-1. And we somehow we stayed in the 3rd inning for about two and half innings, no one was quite sure what happened, but I do know I had thrown 6 innings by the bottom of the 4th.

In any case, the homers kept chipping away, and our big time offense slowed way down to the tune of 2 runs, and by the end of the 7th the score stood 12-7, and Sean was on the hill treating us all to what he does best. Satch gave way to Tony Rojas who threw some dynamite ball, working his new changeup and breaking stuff in. He also had a sly pickoff that saved us from the beginnings of a rally. By the end of the 9th (11th) we were all pretty tired, Greg was on to close it out, and a new guy, also Greg was in for the homers. The sun was in everybody's eyes, and windblown and dried out, we recorded the final out and put a final of 14-8 in the books.

Highlights

  • Brian's lady friend and Mrs. Paige were steady spectators through most of the game
  • New guy Jeff, who had his first game at GGP, took a ground ball to the finger and had to leave the game, nail gone, blood aflowing, sorry kid, I know it's cold comfort that we have all been there, see you back soon!
  • Satch had a mighty wallop, with the old Pete bat, felt good to get solid contact, of course now San Quentin only allows metal bats....
  • Greg came from a camping/biking trip at China Camp, and swore he wouldn't catch, only to catch 8 innings, that's why we love ya Greg, you're all heart and soul for the MBC!
  • Doc ran faster to get a foul ball that we told him to leave alone, than he has in years, We were saying Let it go, not GO GO GO GO!
  • Another new guy Joe, had a deep drive in his first game
  • Mr. Bob Carey graced us with his presence and Satch felt compelled to throw at him, but nice and slow, and he moved out of the way, sometimes the gesture is better than the actual
  • Brian playing left handed shortstop, sure why not?
  • If I remember correctly, Brian Girgus got a hit, and didn't make any errors, does it only happen when I am pitching, Brian?
  • Jayson and all who might feel the urge, when one's team is ahead by 10 runs, one probably shouldn't steal second and third. Now you did get plunked, so I can rationalize that, but come on
  • A glorious day for a ball game

Saturday in the Big House, squaring up with some killers, Sunday in the Marina, hopefully with some parolees (if the bums show up to enjoy the day)

S. Paige

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

In case you were wondering....

Why Is Baseball So Much Better Than Football?
by Thomas Boswell (1987)
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Reasons Why Baseball is so Much Better than Football by Thomas Boswell
1
Bands.
2
Half time with bands.
3
Cheerleaders at half time with bands.
4
Up With People singing "The Impossible Dream" during a Blue Angels flyover at half time with bands.
5
Baseball has fans in Wrigley Field singing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" at the seventh-inning stretch.
6
Baseball has Blue Moon, Catfish, Spaceman and The Sugar Bear. Football has Lester the Molester, Too Mean and The Assassin.
7
All XX Super Bowls haven't produced as much drama as the last World Series.
8
All XX Super Bowls haven't produced as many classic games as either pennant playoff did this year.
9
Baseball has a bullpen coach blowing bubble gum with his cap turned around backward while leaning on a fungo bat; football has a defensive coordinator in a satin jacket with a headset and a clipboard.
10
The Redskins have 13 assistant coaches, five equipment managers, three trainers, two assistant GMs but, for 14 games, nobody who could kick an extra point.
11
Football players and coaches don't know how to bait a ref, much less jump up and down and scream in his face. Baseball players know how to argue with umps; baseball managers even kick dirt on them. Earl Weaver steals third base and won't give it back; Tom Landry folds his arms.
12
Vince Lombardi was never ashamed that he said, "Winning isn't everything. It's the only thing."
13
Football coaches talk about character, gut checks, intensity and reckless abandon. Tommy Lasorda said, "Managing is like holding a dove in your hand. Squeeze too hard and you kill it; not hard enough and it flies away."
14
Big league baseball players chew tobacco. Pro football linemen chew on each other.
15
Before a baseball game, there are two hours of batting practice. Before a football game, there's a two-hour traffic jam.
16
A crowd of 30,000 in a stadium built for 55,501 has a lot more fun than a crowd of 55,501 in the same stadium.
17
No one has ever actually reached the end of the restroom line at an NFL game.
18
Nine innings means 18 chances at the hot dog line. Two halves means B.Y.O. or go hungry.
19
Pro football players have breasts. Many NFLers are so freakishly overdeveloped, due to steroids, that they look like circus geeks. Baseball players seem like normal fit folks. Fans should be thankful they don't have to look at NFL teams in bathing suits.
20
Eighty degrees, a cold beer and a short-sleeve shirt is better than 30 degrees, a hip flask and six layers of clothes under a lap blanket. Take your pick: suntan or frostbite.
21
Having 162 games a year is 10.125 times as good as having 16.
22
If you miss your favorite NFL team's game, you have to wait a week. In baseball, you wait a day.
23
Everything George Carlin said in his famous monologue is right on. In football you blitz, bomb, spear, shiver, march and score. In baseball, you wait for a walk, take your stretch, toe the rubber, tap your spikes, play ball and run home.
24
Marianne Moore loved Christy Mathewson. No woman of quality has ever preferred football to baseball.
25
More good baseball books appear in a single year than have been written about football in the past 50 years. The best football writers, like Dan Jenkins, have the good sense to write about something else most of the time.
26
The best football announcer ever was Howard Cosell.
27
The worst baseball announcer ever was Howard Cosell.
28
All gridirons are identical; football coaches never have to meet to go over the ground rules. But the best baseball parks are unique.
29
Every outdoor park ever built primarily for baseball has been pretty. Every stadium built with pro football in mind has been ugly (except Arrowhead).
30
The coin flip at the beginning of football games is idiotic. Home teams should always kick off and pick a goal to defend. In baseball, the visitor bats first (courtesy), while the host bats last (for drama). The football visitor should get the first chance to score, while the home team should have the dramatic advantage of receiving the second-half kickoff.
31
Baseball is harder. In the last 25 years, only one player, Vince Coleman, has been cut from the NFL and then become a success in the majors. From Tom Brown in 1963 (Senators to Packers) to Jay Schroeder (Jays to Redskins), baseball flops have become NFL standouts.
32
Face masks. Right away we've got a clue something might be wrong. A guy can go 80 mph on a Harley without a helmet, much less a face mask.
33
Faces are better than helmets. Think of all the players in the NFL (excluding Redskins) whom you'd recognize on the street. Now eliminate the quarterbacks. Not many left, are there? Now think of all the baseball players whose faces you know, just from the last Series.
34
The NFL has — how can we say this? — a few borderline godfathers. Baseball has almost no mobsters or suspicious types among its owners. Pete Rozelle isn't as picky as Bowie Kuhn, who for 15 years considered "integrity of the game" to be one of his key functions and who gave the cold shoulder to the shady money guys.
35
Football has Tank and Mean Joe. Baseball has The Human Rain Delay and Charlie Hustle.
36
In football, it's team first, individual second — if at all. A Rich Milot and a Curtis Jordan can play 10 years — but when would we ever have time to study them alone for just one game? Could we mimic their gestures, their tics, their habits? A baseball player is an individual first, then part of a team second. You can study him at length and at leisure in the batter's box or on the mound. On defense, when the batted ball seeks him, so do our eyes.
37
Baseball statistics open a world to us. Football statistics are virtually useless or, worse, misleading. For instance, the NFL quarterback-ranking system is a joke. Nobody understands it or can justify it. The old average-gain-per- attempt rankings were just as good.
38
What kind of dim-bulb sport would rank pass receivers by number of catches instead of by number of yards? Only in football would a runner with 1,100 yards on 300 carries be rated ahead of a back with 1,000 yards on 200 carries. Does baseball give its silver bat to the player with the most hits or with the highest average?
39
If you use NFL team statistics as a betting tool, you go broke. Only wins and losses, points and points against and turnovers are worth a damn.
40
Baseball has one designated hitter. In football, everybody is a designated something. No one plays the whole game anymore. Football worships the specialists. Baseball worships the generalists.
41
The tense closing seconds of crucial baseball games are decided by distinctive relief pitchers like Bruce Sutter, Rollie Fingers or Goose Gossage. Vital NFL games are decided by helmeted gentlemen who come on for 10 seconds, kick sideways, spend the rest of the game keeping their precious foot warm on the sidelines and aren't aware of the subtleties of the game. Half of them, in Alex Karras' words, run off the field chirping, "I kick a touchdown."
42
Football gave us The Fudge Hammer. Baseball gave us The Hammer.
43
How can you respect a game that uses only the point after touchdown and completely ignores the option of a two-point conversion, which would make the end of football games much more exciting.
44
Wild cards. If baseball can stick with four divisional champs out of 26 teams, why does the NFL need to invite 10 of its 28 to the prom? Could it be that football isn't terribly interesting unless your team can still "win it all"?
45
The entire NFL playoff system is a fraud. Go on, explain with a straight face why the Chiefs (10-6) were in the playoffs but the Seahawks (10-6) were not. There is no real reason. Seattle was simply left out for convenience. When baseball tried the comparably bogus split-season fiasco with half-season champions in 1981, fans almost rioted.
46
Parity scheduling. How can the NFL defend the fairness of deliberately giving easier schedules to weaker teams and harder schedules to better teams? Just to generate artificially improved competition? When a weak team with a patsy schedule goes 10-6, while a strong defending division champ misses the playoffs at 9-7, nobody says boo. Baseball would have open revolt at such a nauseatingly cynical system.
47
Baseball has no penalty for pass interference. (This in itself is almost enough to declare baseball the better game.) In football, offsides is five yards, holding is 10 yards, a personal foul is 15 yards. But interference: maybe 50 yards.
48
Nobody on earth really knows what pass interference is. Part judgment, part acting, mostly accident.
49
Baseball has no penalties at all. A home run is a home run. You cheer. In football, on a score, you look for flags. If there's one, who's it on? When can we cheer? Football acts can all be repealed. Baseball acts stand forever.
50
Instant replays. Just when we thought there couldn't be anything worse than penalties, we get instant replays of penalties. Talk about a bad joke. Now any play, even one with no flags, can be called back. Even a flag itself can, after five minutes of boring delay, be nullified. NFL time has entered the Twilight Zone. Nothing is real; everything is hypothetical.
51
Football has Hacksaw. Baseball has Steady Eddie and The Candy Man.
52
The NFL's style of play has been stagnant for decades, predictable. Turn on any NFL game and that's just what it could be — any NFL game. Teams seem interchangeable. Even the wishbone is too radical. Baseball teams' styles are often determined by their personnel and even their parks.
53
Football fans tailgate before the big game. No baseball fan would have a picnic in a parking lot.
54
At a football game, you almost never leave saying, "I never saw a play like that before." At a baseball game, there's almost always some new wrinkle.
55
Beneath the NFL's infinite sameness lies infinite variety. But we aren't privy to it. So what if football is totally explicable and fascinating to Dan Marino as he tries to decide whether to audible to a quick trap? From the stands, we don't know one-thousandth of what's required to grasp a pro football game. If an NFL coach has to say, "I won't know until I see the films," then how out-in-the-cold does that leave the fan?
56
While football is the most closed of games, baseball is the most open. A fan with a score card, a modest knowledge of the teams and a knack for paying attention has all he needs to watch a game with sophistication.
57
NFL refs are weekend warriors, pulled from other jobs to moonlight; as a group, they're barely competent. That's really why the NFL turned to instant replays. Now, old fogies upstairs can't even get the make-over calls right. Baseball umps work 10 years in the minors and know what they are doing. Replays show how good they are. If Don Denkinger screws up in a split second of Series tension, it's instant lore.
58
Too many of the best NFL teams represent unpalatable values. The Bears are head-thumping braggarts. The Raiders have long been scofflaw pirates. The Cowboys glorify the heartless corporate approach to football.
59
Football has the Refrigerator. Baseball has Puff the Magic Dragon, The Wizard of Oz, Tom Terrific, Big Doggy, Kitty Kaat and Oil Can.
60
Football is impossible to watch. Admit it: The human head is at least two eyes shy for watching the forward pass. Do you watch the five eligible receivers? Or the quarterback and the pass rush? If you keep your eye on the ball, you never know who got open or how. If you watch the receivers . . . well, nobody watches the receivers. On TV, you don't even know how many receivers have gone out for a pass.
61
The NFL keeps changing the most basic rules. Most blocking now would have been illegal use of the hands in Jim Parker's time. How do we compare eras when the sport never stays the same? Pretty soon, intentional grounding will be legalized to protect quarterbacks.
62
In the NFL, you can't tell the players without an Intensive Care Unit report. Players get broken apart so fast we have no time to build up allegiances to stars. Three-quarters of the NFL's starting quarterbacks are in their first four years in the league. Is it because the new breed is better? Or because the old breed is already lame? A top baseball player lasts 15 to 20 years. We know him like an old friend.
63
The baseball Hall of Fame is in Cooperstown, N.Y., beside James Fenimore Cooper's Lake Glimmerglass; the football Hall of Fame is in Canton, Ohio, beside the freeway.
64
Baseball means Spring's Here. Football means Winter's Coming.
65
Best book for a lifetime on a desert island: The Baseball Encyclopedia.
66
Baseball's record on race relations is poor. But football's is much worse. Is it possible that the NFL still has NEVER had a black head coach? And why is a black quarterback still as rare as a bilingual woodpecker?
67
Baseball has a drug problem comparable to society's. Pro football has a range of substance-abuse problems comparable only to itself. And, perhaps, The Hells Angels'.
68
Baseball enriches language and imagination at almost every point of contact. As John Lardner put it, "Babe Herman did not triple into a triple play, but he did double into a double play, which is the next best thing."
69
Who's on First?
70
Without baseball, there'd have been no Fenway Park. Without football, there'd have been no artificial turf.
71
A typical baseball game has nine runs, more than 250 pitches and about 80 completed plays — hits, walks, outs — in 2½ hours. A typical football game has about five touchdowns, a couple of field goals and fewer than 150 plays spread over three hours. Of those plays, perhaps 20 or 25 result in a gain or loss of more than 10 yards. Baseball has more scoring plays, more serious scoring threats and more meaningful action plays.
72
Baseball has no clock. Yes, you were waiting for that. The comeback, from three or more scores behind, is far more common in baseball than football.
73
The majority of players on a football field in any game are lost and unaccountable in the middle of pileups. Confusion hides a multitude of sins. Every baseball player's performance and contribution are measured and recorded in every game.
74
Some San Francisco linemen now wear dark plexiglass visors inside their face masks -- even at night. "And in the third round, out of Empire U., the 49ers would like to pick Darth Vader."
75
Someday, just once, could we have a punt without a penalty?
76
End-zone spikes. Sack dances. Or, in Dexter Manley's case, "holding flag" dances.
77
Unbelievably stupid rules. For example, if the two-minute warning passes, any play that begins even a split second thereafter is nullified. Even, as happened in this season's Washington-San Francisco game, when it's the decisive play of the entire game. And even when, as also happened in that game, not one of the 22 players on the field is aware that the two-minute mark has passed. The Skins stopped the 49ers on fourth down to save that game. They exulted; the 49ers started off the field. Then the refs said, "Play the down over." Absolutely unbelievable.
78
In baseball, fans catch foul balls. In football, they raise a net so you can't even catch an extra point.
79
Nothing in baseball is as boring as the four hours of ABC's "Monday Night Football."
80
Blowhard coach Buddy Ryan, who gave himself a grade of A+ for his handling of the Eagles. "I didn't make any mistakes," he explained. His 5-10-1 team was 7-9 the year before he came.
81
Football players, somewhere back in their phylogenic development, learned how to talk like football coaches. ("Our goals this week were to contain Dickerson and control the line of scrimmage.") Baseball players say things like, "This pitcher's so bad that when he comes in, the grounds crew drags the warning track."
82
Football coaches walk across the field after the game and pretend to congratulate the opposing coach. Baseball managers head right for the beer.
83
The best ever in each sport - Babe Ruth and Jim Brown — each represents egocentric excess. But Ruth never threw a woman out a window.
84
Quarterbacks have to ask the crowd to quiet down. Pitchers never do.
85
Baseball nicknames go on forever - because we feel we know so many players intimately. Football monikers run out fast. We just don't know that many of them as people.
86
Baseball measures a gift for dailiness.
87
Football has two weeks of hype before the Super Bowl. Baseball takes about two days off before the World Series.
88
Football, because of its self-importance, minimizes a sense of humor. Baseball cultivates one. Knowing you'll lose at least 60 games every season makes self-deprecation a survival tool. As Casey Stengel said to his barber, "Don't cut my throat. I may want to do that myself later."
89
Football is played best full of adrenaline and anger. Moderation seldom finds a place. Almost every act of baseball is a blending of effort and control; too much of either is fatal.
90
Football's real problem is not that it glorifies violence, though it does, but that it offers no successful alternative to violence. In baseball, there is a choice of methods: the change-up or the knuckleball, the bunt or the hit-and-run.
91
Baseball is vastly better in person than on TV. Only when you're in the ballpark can the eye grasp and interconnect the game's great distances. Will the wind blow that long fly just over the fence? Will the relay throw nail the runner trying to score from second on a double in the alley? Who's warming up in the bullpen? Where is the defense shading this hitter? Did the base stealer get a good jump? The eye flicks back and forth and captures everything that is necessary. As for replays, most parks have them. Football is better on TV. At least, you don't need binoculars. And you've got your replays.
92
Turning the car radio dial on a summer night.
93
George Steinbrenner learned his baseball methods as a football coach.
94
You'll never see a woman in a fur coat at a baseball game.
95
You'll never see a man in a fur coat at a baseball game.
96
A six-month pennant race. Football has nothing like it.
97
In football, nobody says, "Let's play two!"
98
When a baseball player gets knocked out, he goes to the showers. When a football player gets knocked out, he goes to get X-rayed.
99
Most of all, baseball is better than football because spring training is less than a month away.

Monday, April 19, 2010

4/18/10- Big Rec Field

Oh glorious baseball, how do i love and cherish thee! How i have missed thy sweet embrace and dreamt long for each Sunday to be today.....

A long time coming, especially with our frustrating Sunday at the Marina, we could not ask for a more perfect day this past Sunday. Ye gods the heat! It had to be at least 75 degrees which of course, is like a sauna to us San Franciscans. And not a cloud in the sky, gentle wind that died down and really reminded us of how odd it was that it was still as hot as it seemed to be. We started the whole day off by pissing on the parade of a huge bunch of Sloshballers who had already established the keg at 2nd when Greg and I got there. We showed our permit, they offered us booze and girls in trade if we would let them use the field (their chief negotiator seemed like she might have tapped the keg a little earlier than the rest). We countered that we had been waiting for this game for quite some time, and frankly, there was nothing they had that we would take in trade. They took it well, and ended up playing above us, screaming and drinking for the next two hours, sometimes it sounded like they were cheering for us....

We had 22 by the time everyone else showed up and the breakdown of the teams was almost a old Mission squad versus the new Mission squad, with the exception being Gaspar and Mitch and Adam (salty dogs all three) who were on the visitors.

Satch started for the homers, and quickly gave up two runs on some questionable defensive plays and a few poke jobs. No problem thought we, and then promptly went down 1-2-3. Brian the lefty was facing us on the bump and kept his pitches all around the strike zone and us off balance and stinging. Satch led off the 2nd, fisted a ball for a single, took second on a error, stole third, and came home on a clean hit, with another two close behind. It was our game 3-2. Then the visitors scored two more, and it was theirs 4-3. Back and forth it went with both teams doing some dynamite defensive plays to keep the lead or maintain the tie.

Brian bowed out in the 5th and Satch fell off the mound in a heat stroke after the 7th. Sean, another lefty came in, fresh from a band tour (probably spent every night wishing he was playing ball I am sure). He had some zip on his fastball from all the rest he probably got, but had trouble with consistency. Still, he got done exactly what was needed. Johnny Bartlett took the bump over for the homers and did a fine job with keeping the team from getting too much of a insurmountable command. So it went, and just when one team would thing that they had the lead, the others would take it back and we would be right back where we came from. The game was down to the wire, the visitors stormed back to tie up the game in the ninth, and our chance to win was turned away viciously in the ninth, as we stranded runners on 2nd and 3rd with no outs.

The visitors, fresh from the greatest of all turn-aways, went straight for the throats of us all, and ran two runs across the dish, and then bolted down the coffin lid in the bottom of the 10th, we all collapsed in the dying rays of the sun, and declared the Sunday a success.

Highlights

  • Happy Birthday to Vivek, who got a couple of hits, and whose lovely wife and son brought cupcakes for the end
  • Dani, back again, with some flashy leather at 2nd and speedy as always out of the batters box
  • Satch led off each time he was at bat, got on base each time (three of them were errors), stole two bases, scored twice and was stranded twice. And I am feeling it....
  • Doc, don't-give-a-fuck beard and all, moving real well on the new hip
  • Sean had a nice long ball after some frustrating at bats
  • John Nero had a pretty good day at shortstop, not his natural position
  • Brian Girgus, let see what there was the not sliding on a clear cut need to slide play, the not running out of the ground ball that was dropped and would have been a hit, ah, I won't go into the rest, lets just say Brian's got a real knack for making himself known during the game
  • Mitch managed to kill every ball that came to the outfield, again
  • Adam had some great defensive catching when the game got close, blocking the balls in the dirt
  • The jams that all the pitchers got out of over the course of the day was great

The Conundrum for the Day:

In the bottom of the ninth, with one out, and men on 2nd and 3rd, Mike Lattig came up. Now this hasn't ever been an issue, but Mitch was making sounds for Lattig to be intentionally walked, to set up the double play and to take the big bat out of the box. In theory this is what you are supposed to do in baseball, but we have always been a hitters team, where everyone gets the chance to swing. Walks are only at the discretion of the hitter, in cases of three or more BoB in a row, or getting hit with the pitch. It all worked out, as Mike popped up to Mitch, and then the last batter struck out, but still Mitch raises a good point. We countered that if we intentionally walked Mike and the next batter got four balls, would the winning run count by being walked in? Certainly not the way that any of us want to have the game end....Thoughts anyone?

It was great to see you all out there, hope and pray for another day like Sunday,

S. Paige

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

4/4/10- Balboa Field

















I don't know what it means.....but watching that rains storm was not what I wanted to do for Easter.


See you at West Sunset, 3 pm.


S. Paige

Thursday, April 1, 2010

3/28/10- Moscone Field

Can someone explain how we go from 26 to 10 in less than a month? Probably the most amazing day we have seen in a while, and parking problems aside, a great day for baseball. And here we were us stalwart 9 (Ben showed up 20 minutes before we quit) ready to play, and this is what we get. Showed up by softballers. SOFTBALLERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They had cheers, and spandex, and homoerotic screams from the right fielder, and the best we could do is come up with some slapdash "game" that I coined U.N. 9.

The rationale being that each of us was our own country, and got three outs to hit with, and as long as we kept our ghostrunners moving, we could keep hitting. It wasn't bad. It wasn't good either. We got to see a lot of pitchers, including the new right hand sensation Mike Gaspar, and for those of us that hit a bit ( I couldn't miss! Why does that happen in batting practice?) it was entertaining to talley ghost runs. BUt come on people!

I know, lots of legitimate excuses too, vacations, camping, arizona, surfing, band tours, but Jesus, what's the point of being on the email list and never showing up. and I realize that i am preaching to the choir here, as those guys probably don't read the blog....

Here is the latest email list:

"Aaron Daley" , "Bill Zerbes" , bothan25@yahoo.com, brad.mason5@gmail.com, "Brian Cagle" , "Brian Girgus" , "Carl Grubbs" , "Casey Rees" , chris@eminent-designs.net, "Dani Leone" , "Dan Mandel" , "Dan Martin" , "Dan Phillips" , "Danny Chester" , "Dave Johnson" , david_lewis99@hotmail.com, "Dennis Briskin" , "Doug Norris" , "Duane Harris" , "Ezra Gale" , fierlight@yahoo.com, "Greg and Oliver Magrane" , gregmitra@sbcglobal.net, harguspig@aol.com, "Jason Pienkowski" , johncnero@yahoo.com, "Johnny Bartlett" , "Jonathan Tiemann" , kanderson03@gmail.com, "Keefe Dwyer" , "Kevin Connell" , macclonan22@yahoo.com, "Margaretta and Doug Page" , "Matt Chandler" , "Matt Stone" , menlopark_ussd@yahoo.com, "Mike Gaspar" , "Mitchell Burnham" , "nicholas castoria" , "Nick Levine" , "Nick Smith" , NickKinsey@yahoo.com, NOMAD1854@yahoo.com, owenrundall@hotmail.com, "Paul Kibel" , "Pete Simoneli" , "Peter van Schaik" , phil_colvin@yahoo.com, PLAIN_RO@yahoo.com, "Richie Garcia" , "Rick Kvoriak" , "Rob Kvoriak" , "Ryan Bezenek" , "Scot Mills" , seansullivanesq@att.net, skileschico@yahoo.com, "Tony Acquarelli" , "Tony Rojas" , "Vitalij Stelmashewko" , dchapnick@vantagepartners.com, jbspack@gmail.com, jcav0917@hotmail.com, salvadorwill@yahoo.com, jsinnarajah@google.com, noah.s.bowling@gmail.com, venturatile@sbcglobal.net, solszew@yahoo.com, MIKEHOLLAND2000@gmail.com, chad.one@gmail.com, jono@jonology.com, gd3@pacbell.net, "Adam Pfahler" , "Greg Snyder" , "Richard Baluyut" , aaron@lixolux.com, franmcalero@yahoo.com, rfordiani9@yahoo.com, brianphelps415@aol.com, "David Neumark" , nishant.bhatt@gmail.com, "Neel Bhatia" , applegrc@sutterhealth.org, "Sean Paul Presley" , pshebs@gmail.com, "Mike Lattig" , elvin.vu@gmail.com, bigben527@hotmail.com, victor@cdxbuilders.com, jmhamilton@hotmail.com, "zach robbins" , craigbaerwald@gmail.com, bhats25@yahoo.com, jcivetz@gmail.com



And we can't get 14 guys to show up?


Highlights:

You want highlights? here's your fucking highlights, everyone should buy these guys a drink:

Lattig, Gaspar, Kvoriak, Johnny, Chris, Brian Cagle, Ben, Elvin, Nick Smith and Satch

Satch's old man even came out to root on a baseball game, and ended up deriding us for making him ride the bus for batting practice. OUCH.

See you this weekend, stay the fuck away RAIN!

S. Paige

Monday, March 22, 2010

3/21/10- Balboa Park

So great to be back, and just as icing on the cake, the sun came out and stayed out through the game, a little fog aside. 19 came out for a game that ended up being the more amazing back and forth any of us have seen in a while. The teams broke apart in to what seemed like mostly balance teams. The visitors appealed to the power we had on our lineup, and so, Chris, in true egalitarian spirit went to the other side. Little did we know how important that would be.

Satch was itching to get back on the mound, although few would agree that it was a good thing once I was there. I got through the first inning alright, and then all hell broke loose. I couldn't find the dish with anything but a middle of the plate change-up, and if I did get the fast ball over, they hit it just to the right or left of my solid defense. First one run, then another, a double here, singles abounded, especially up the middle, including one from Mike Gaspar just when we thought we had the guy perfectly played. By the time the dust settled, we were down 6-0. That's right, 0.

Facing us was the master of the dipsy doodle dying heavy ball, Noah. And for 6 1/3 innings he used and abused us like a ugly step child. When we swung, we fisted or topped the ball. Noah played a great defense off the mound, and Chris and Vic on the left side of the infield were responsible for at least 11 outs. We got hits, but continually stranded the runners somewhere on the diamond. Lots of jokes about the trade we had made, and after a while we figured that maybe we should try and settle for getting a run. And so we did. But not before we felt the momentum shift, thanks to the craziest double play that I have ever seen. 8-1-2-4-5-4-2. Suddenly there was life in us lifers....And it got us out of the inning, and back to the subject of scoring runs

Satch, finally got a ball to bounce between Vic and Chris, stole second on the first pitch, got to third and finally home on a single to center, the curse was broken and we were on our way. Then 6-2, 6-3 going into the 7th. Johnny came in for the homers, but the visitors sensed the danger and tacked on two more runs. Suddenly all us home guys were hitting, and the visitors were dropping balls that they scooped up two innings earlier. Mitch was in to pitch, and struck out Satch with a couple of nasty change ups. Others fared better, and just in time we raced runs across the plate, and before we knew it we had taken the lead 9-8. Into the 9th, Greg now on the mound, the visitors once more would not go down with a fight, and tied it up, then went one ahead, 10-9. A real barn burner.

Bottom of the ninth, and Rob into pitch for the visitors, a lefty who had tattooed a change up off Satch earlier in the game. But we Homers were persevering, and the next thing we knew we had scored the tying run and then the winning run, and then a few more. But then we decided to play an extra inning, it took some cajoling of the visitors, and we really thank them for playing on. Greg took it into the top of the tenth and we decided if the visitors tied it up or went ahead we would stop and end the game. But they didn't. and it ended there, 13-10.

Highlights

* The wackiest double play ever

* I tried a slash bunt, didn't work, but I am glad I tried

* Rob's monster hit

* Jayson made a couple of great catches, one diving, and throws in from center

* The two new guys that Stoner brought were welcome additons and played a great game, especially Andrew, who runs like the wind and made some great plays at 2nd.

* Noah pitched an amazing game, and caught the last 2 afterwards!

* Chris made an awesome over the shoulder catch at short

* Thanks to everyone who played, I can't remember too many other things right now, so email me if I forgot something important.

Cheers

S. Paige




Wednesday, March 17, 2010

3/14/10- Balboa Cop Field

Spring training was a lot of fun, but nothing whets the appetite for playing ball like watching ball! The good news is that I waved at Will Clark, and HE WAVED BACK! Then he gave me the Nuschler point! Man, that was awesome. Here's Jon Spack with a short recap, anybody else who wants to, feel free to write me highlights:

Returned after a few months away (got married + got hurt....not because of marriage though)....here is what I can muster:

Mike Lattig was throwing mean hooks all game as he led the home team to victory on the mound and at the plate. I do not remember the final score but it was double digits in the teens to single digits and it was not close. The home team played "Oakland A's" baseball early as someone described it as they had some station to station hits off of Noah with runs coming off of singles. Extra base hits were tough due to the high and wet outfield grass - even the hardest hit balls just halted in the gaps. Both Noah and Greg pitched and caught for each team - a yeoman's effort as always by them.

Our very own Babe Ruth (He hits, He pitches, he looks great in Wool), Mike Lattig, wrote this dazzler, worthy of a Pulitzer for Olde Tyme Sports Writing:

A glorious day foretold another monster turn out. But for some reason, perhaps scared off by the scarcity of at bats the previous week, the ballplayers never materialized.
We sat at unlucky 13, and were tempted by an offer to add 7 league guys (on hand for tryouts on an adjoining field) for a full game. But our collective desire for ABs convinced us otherwise, and we forged on 7 x 6, only to become 7x7 thanks to Mitch’s late arrival. (Which was the result of a fabulous new haircut. Looking sharp!)

On the bump were two classic soft ballers. Noah with his dazzling array of late movement for the visitors, and for the home squad none other than the resurgent shoulder of M. Lattig. It’s been a LONG time since he saw a start, but he found the zone early and often, with Greg putting down the fingers to keep the opposing squad guessing: Will it be straight and soft, or looping and soft?

The only run the visitors managed over 6 innings was a 2-out liner up the middle from Gaspar to score lefty Brian. Who had led off with a triple and was still on third because… well, just because apparently. It made no sense, as the score at the time was 6-0 and the home side was clearly ceding the run…

Greg took over and closed out with three scoreless to seal the deal (that fastball must have looked 90 in comparison…), with another shoulder success story – Adam – closing it out behind the dish.

On the other side of things, Noah worked in and out of trouble over the first few innings – including a bases loaded double play ball to end the second. But he couldn’t completely stem the tide, and he departed on the losing end, giving way to Mike Gaspar in the late innings. Yes, you read that right.

Our favorite opposite field hitter changed things up completely and went to the mound, doing a great job of keeping the ball over the plate and the hitters off balance.

As for hitting… Well, I don’t remember many details there. Tony was giving the ball a good whack all day, so much so that he broke Greg’s unbreakable bamboo bat… Nick too was lining them all over the place and I managed to mix in 4 hits. There was a nice clout from Mitch over the left fielder’s head…

But really it was about stringing hits together rather than heroics. The decisive inning, in fact, started with five straight singles. All clean. Might be a Mission baseball record…

Let’s hope the sun keeps shining and we play as clean a 9 this coming week. See you all on the base paths…

Thursday, March 11, 2010

3/7/10- Moscone Field

Some times you just want to go down on your knees and thank God for making you a ball player- Bill Lee

Well, Spaceman couldn't have described my emotions better for the game on Sunday, after many a week off, Ol Satch was back out where he belongs on Sunday, as were half of the MBC list. Definitely the biggest turnout we have had in a long time, so large we had to turn away two wayward league guys who were there before we showed up and were hoping to slide in to our game. If we were short it would have been fine, but as it stood, we were 13 on 13, or there abouts, and as we began they quietly slipped away, dejected. I knew how they felt, probably had to go home and act happy to clean the house and spend quality time with the family. It was decided to play 12 innings, just to make sure that we all had enough at bats, and well, because why not?

Satch's arm was ready to go, as was Sean's and we were dealing from the first pitch. One nice thing about having so many people out there, is that you go alto longer not having to face the big hitters, and thus can conserve a little more. After a boom boom top of the first, including a great snare of a line drive from Johnny Bartlett, we rumbled right over the defense and scored three runs, helped by aggressive running and some key hits, including one of (three?) hits by Mr. Brian Girgus, who we all suspect is on the juice, due to his rapid turnaround at the dish. There the margin held for the next three innings, until we small balled another run across the dish, to give us a 4-0 lead. Damn it felt good, the weather was perfect, sun nice and warm, wind blowing out to left, and spring in the air. The weeks off had helped the arm, but not the legs, and the sprinting and stealing of bases didn't help either, so after a solid six, Satch turned the ball over to Greg to seal the deal for the next 6. Greg held strong, but the visitors started to come alive and before we knew it, the score was 4-3, then an inning later it was all tied up.

Sean had turned the ball over to another lefty, that Bob brought out from little league, Mark? Anyway, he kept it around the dish, and we were unable to score the tie breaker. The Visitors on the other hand were more than capable, and took the lead in the 8th, with some fine running by Mitch (of course). Once again the Mitch factor was in serious contention for the game changer, especially in tracking down the hardest hit ball I have had in a long time, with a wooden bat no less! Something very unsatisfying about only getting on base with gorks and texas leaguers, when the deep drives get caught. Eh, its part of the game.

The visitors griped a little about the continuation of the game, fearing that we would spring back and take the game in the 10th-12th. However, the only real excitement was our outstanding defense in a bases loaded jam to get two outs at the plate, on force plays, both with excellent grabs from Adam behind the dish. Our once strong lineup couldn't get the stick together, and as the sun set, we wrapped the final inning in the enveloping wind and cold, and thanked each and every person that had made it out.


Highlights:

* The re-appearance of Micah, Dani, Nick K, Jayson, Kvoriak, Elvin, Rob...

* Micah said he was in NY and played with the East Coast MBC a few times, apparently the fields they play on really suck. Well, serves them right for moving to NY.

* Let me say for the record, I hate hitting people. We all joke about Bob getting plunked, but it is usually a knuckleball or something that he takes rather then expending the energy to move out of the way. I hit Zach with a fastball, which I wanted up but not in, but that's where it went, and got him in the high ribs. Not intentional (smart pitchers don't hit people with 2 strikes) but still it really sucked and I feel like shit.

* Greg also expected me to be shitty about a.) losing my shutout, and b.) losing the game. Nope. Just happy to be there.

* I AM shitty about Mitch catching that ball though. Fuckin Mitch.

* Stoner wanted to play 1st and we moved him back out to center where he made a great sliding (of course) catch! That's why we play you in the outfield Stoner!

* Chris had a great game at short, a good defense makes all the difference.

* Rob, great bunt! Small ball is always satisfying

* I was able to get most of the big hitters to swing at eeEEphus pitches, that was nice

* Gaspar hit a line drive up the middle, just when you think you know somebody....

* Ben did a admirable job behind the dish, we need to work on that throw back though.

* Saw the first play at the plate when Bob was catching that he did not call the runner out. And it was Brian. And he should have been out for not sliding. But he was safe, if that makes a difference.

* Nice to hear that everyone was completely disinterested in watching the Oscars (except Nick Smith, but at least he works in the business)

* Thanks again for the good times.

Have a good one this Sunday, its Balboa I think? Stay tuned. I'll be down in Scottsdale, trying to get a walk-on tryout with the Giants. Or at least getting drunk in the same place where they hold Giants tryouts.

S. Paige

Monday, March 8, 2010

2/28/10- Balboa Park

A big apology to all those who have missed me out at the yard, its been a hectic February, and add a lot of rain to that factor, and we have the makings of a drought (of baseball that is). In any case, here is the write up for the game two weeks ago, from our very own five tool player (six with his journalistic abilities), Mike Gaspar.

First a big thanks to all who helped fix up the field to make it playable, especially Greg. Also pros to those who played in the outfield. Especially left and center, it was a real swamp out there, as everyone's cleats and half of Brian's uniform can attest to. It was a big turnout, 10 on 11. Greg started for the homers, and Johnny for the visitors. The visitors quickly cranked up a couple of runs, but in a lightening flash, the home team had tied it up.

From there, the home team steadily added a few runs every inning, but the visitors could not muster up the same run support. Sean came in relief for Greg in the 5th or 6th and put the hammer down, at one point striking out 3 of the four batters he faced.

Glen came in relief for Johnny in the 8th and also got 3 quick outs. The visitors rallied for a few more against Tony in the top of the 9th, but fell short, the final being 10-5.

Top Performers:

Nick Kinsey- Good to see you back, with a couple of hits and RBI's

Vinay- Likewise good to see you again, at least two hits and some RBI's.

Glen- Some good defense at first and second

All the pitchers for the home team, Greg, Sean and Tony did a excellent job.

An addendum to the game and a gentle reminder:

Something to consider, as you all know we have no formal batting order, in the MBC. So if you have batted in the top four of the order in the previous few games, think about dropping back in the order from time to time. Especially when there are big turnouts and we have 10th, 11th, 12th place batters, they are going to get cheated in the long runs.

Thanks Mike!


S. Paige

Monday, March 1, 2010

February 24, 2010- New York

For those who don't read the New Yorker, I was pleasantly surprised to see this in the Music and Nightlife section:

THE STONE

Avenue C at 2nd St. (No phone)—Feb. 24: Enablers, formerly based in San Francisco and now scattered across the country, deliver a compelling amalgam of spoken word and indie rock. The group, which got together seven years ago and includes veterans of Swans and June of ’44, performs songs with a loose, rambling feel that sometimes explode with guitar feedback and powerful drumming. What distinguishes Enablers is their lyricist-reader, the underground poet (and current Brooklynite) Pete Simonelli, who guides their musical forays with philosophical, sometimes gloomy, poetic narratives. (For more information, visit thestonenyc.com.)

Not bad for a guy who breaks other people's bats....


S. Paige

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

February 21, 2010- Moscone

Every day except today we could have played a game, but noooooooo, fucking rain.

And it keeps coming down.


S. Paige

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

2/14/10- West Sunset- Valentine's Day

Being Valentines day and all, I accepted that there was no way I was going to play ball on Sunday. I got the dangerous "Since I love you, you should play baseball on Sunday," offer from Mrs Paige but I have learned to see through that ploy and understand that it's a one way ticket to sleeping on the couch....The game was held and well attended, and it sounds like I missed a good one, but don't take my work for it, here's Mr. Sean Paul Presley:

It was a pretty good game for awhile. johnny took the mound for the home team, frustrating people as always with that slurve of his that makes his fastball seem oh so fast. about 20-21 people showed up and the field, with the exception of the sliding area in front of second and near home plate, was in pretty damn good shape. the weather was incredible and the big surf, same big surf that provided a mavericks contest, could be heard as if it was crashing right there on 41st.

Greg pitched an outstanding first 5 innings, allowing no runs to be scored. the defense backed him though, great catches by girgus and bob in the outfield, some real nifty flashing of the leather by infielders vic, ben, jt and bob, tim called a fantastic entire game behind the plate, but it was greg who shut em down for 5 whole innings while the visitors slowly pulled away from johnny's homers. the home team infield was a bit inexperienced as the lefty brian stood in at shortstop but made some great efforts over there, even though the pre-inning covering the catcher's throw and successive "throwing it around" was poor and is probably what took johnny out of his rhythm! nonetheless, a great first base was played by nick and i think rick played third. whoever it was did a pretty fine job. i know gaspar caught during the game, and thanks for that, but when he took up the hot corner for the home team, nothing got by him and his throws to first were always on the money. John played as well and caught a good couple innings

i think johnny left the game around the 6thish but it was still a ball game, maybe only 4 or 5 nothing in favor of the visitors. the visiting team had timely hitting by bob who hit the hell out of the first pitch he saw from johnny. i had a couple doubles and a single, the first time i ever left the field successful against johnny. also some fine hitting by zach, some bullets hit by JT, his wife in attendance sorry i forgot her name but she was snapping away with her camera, and vic after greg left i came in and i was really feelin it, tim called an awesome game behind the plate but i was hitting my spots and the curve and change-up were in the mix. 3 quick innings, had a little trouble in one of em, the home team loaded the bases but i got a come-backer, went right to the plate to dustin who threw to JT but JT just couldn't squeeze the wide inside throw of what would have been an inning-ending DP. i think there was an actual DP that was turned unassisted by Mr. Johnny Bartlett himself( it may have been JT running to first, tho, but an amazing play!!!). Lefty Brian came in to finish pitching for the homers and the visiting team strung some hits together and took advantage of some errors to make the final score i think 9-0.

beautiful day for ball, let's hope to see some more of those!! also great game of outfielding and hitting by Doc and son, great to see them out!!!

And this just in, another summary from the lefty Ozzie Smith, Brian Phelps:

Johnny vs Greg.

Greg shut us down for 6 innings. And got relieved by Sean who did the same thing. I think we got 6 or 7 hits. Johnny pitched good but the defense let a few runs in.

I played shortstop for the first time (no lefties in the infield?). Greg hit the 1st ball by me on a rope. No chance. I got him back by hitting a come backer that went right through his glove. One other ball got by me. But made some good plays.

I came in to relieve Johnny. Couldn't find the strike zone at first, but settled in and gave up one, I think.

Edwin made a great catch to end the first inning with runners in scoring position. But he got hurt on the play. He shook it off and made it back on the field.

I remember Zack having a good day at the plate. Hit a bunch of hard balls.



Thanks Brian and Sean! Wellup, There she is. Moscone at 2 pm this Sunday. Be there or be an L7.

S. Paige

Monday, February 8, 2010

February 7, 2010- Treasure Island

There were only 11 of us, but dammit we had a good time, and we all disparaged the Super bowl as much as possible the whole day. Thanks to Stoner, Ben, Sadie (Mrs. Paige), Dennis, Johnny, JT, Greg, Nick Smith, Brian Phelps and Big Stick Rojas for making the trip out, you are all true ballers. A new game was created, Curacao 11 (or 5 1/2 if you prefer). Some of us caught on quicker than others as to the intricacies. Basically the same as Caracas 5, with an extra pair of legs to catch or field when needed. The right side of diamond was foul territory, fielders threw to the mound for the out at first, and it was a real mish-mash as to who covered what base when the rest of the time. Phelps in particular really stuck it to us on taking the extra base, just because there weren't enough people to cover all the bases at times, but hey, he's a student of the game.

Johnny and Satch squared off, and for a game with undefined rules and lots of at bats, it was a pretty tight affair. The majority of the game was a one run affair, and only in the latter innings did the visitors pull ahead and seal the deal at 4-2. The weather was amazing, you wouldn't have know that it had rained at all, the infield was quick and packed, the mound nice and firm. See saw battle, each of us pitching our way out of some serious jams (johnny gets the medal for a bases loaded, one out bail out performance, including a called strike three, You know who you are...). Dennis and Greg came in for the last few, on a day when all we wanted was some fun, and we had it. Sitting on some couch, watching stupid ads every 45 seconds doesn't seem so cool now, does it Mr. Pigskin? Well, you had your chance....



Highlights:

* Already posted, but Brian hit a homerun to right, very impressive, and he added the distance for each and where they would have been in different ball yards. Too bad it was a foul ball.

* Mrs. Paige for playing the whole game, making contact, humoring her husband's baseball fanaticism, and doing it all while hungover from a bachelorette party (You see Vic, in the big leagues we play with hangovers...)

* Boooooooo to Adam and Vic for being the only guys who responded they were coming and didn't ( Adam was in a Robitussin haze apparently...)

* Struck out the side.

* Greg for catching the first 3 innings for both teams

* All those who volunteered to catch to give Greg a break, JT, Johnny, Brian (righty!) Hope the hammys are alright

* Glad I didn't kill Greg with two comebackers (its what happens when I try to pull the ball)

* I fielded a comebacker with my bare hand, I don't recommend it, damn fingers hurt today

* Anyone who made a catch in the sun, damn it was bright

* The three error triple, sac fly run was impressive

* Everyone pitched in after to rake and rebuild the field, the club car ran out of gas, so we had to push it back in the storage

Anyway, thanks again to everyone who made it out.


I won't go through too much of the game except to say that it was a pleasure that those of us who came out will remember the day, and that a good time was had by all.

I think next week is Moscone, but wait for the official word.

S Paige



See Brian's hitting diagrams below.







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San Quentin

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

January 31, 2010- West Sunset

After a long two weeks of rain, cold, and depressing outlooks, we were once again met on the West Sunset field to salvage January for the baseball season. A big tip of the cap to Greg for working on the field and making it habitable, without his help, we probably would not have had a game, Thanks Greg!

A few muddy zones aside, the field was in pretty good shape, before I knew what was happening I was ordered on to the home team, to play shortstop, and provide a bat. Well, I got the shortstop part of it, anyway. The teams were halved at 16, until the late appearance of Mitch, which made us 9 strong. Defense on both sides of the game was pretty outstanding, there were plays made all over the place, and everyone contributed (Yes Brian, your basket catch counts too!!!).

Hitting on the other hand, seemed to be much more of a visitor kind of thing, although Johnny did his best to shut down the rallies. It seemed like we got out of some tight spots, with runners on the corners, but by the end of the 3rd, it was 2-0. By the end of the 5th, it was still 2-0. We had chances, and usually at least a base runner, but never could get them home, and a lot of rallies died before they started.

Sean, resplendent in his Evergreen uniform had brought his A-game to the mound, and tallied at least 8 strikeouts by his departure in the 7th. And who was it that knocked him out of the box, none other than His Royal Mouthiness, Brian “Circus” Girgus. A beautiful line drive, with 2 outs, to score two runs, and all of a sudden the game was tied.

And we got to enjoy that for approximately 4 minutes. The next inning the visitors fought back, score the go ahead, and then they stayed ahead. I had come into relieve Johnny by that point, and was feeling the effects of time off, wife out of town partying, heavy wet balls, and a general ache of everything. Our hitting never really improved, even with Rojas on the mound, who kept us honest, and plunked me in the elbow; just because that is the kind of competitor he is….

The 9th brought us more pain and anguish, as we gasped our last, and then with the light still in the sky, we convinced everyone for an extra inning. It was nice to have a bonus and one more chance, but then I fouled out to end the game, which batting wise for me that day was pretty much par for the course.

It was great to get shake off the rain, and for most of the day, it was sunny and nice, with a strange chill that blew through for 15 minutes. The forecast is not so favorable, and Super bowl Sunday awaits, but if we can, the game will be at Treasure Island.

Highlights

* Sean, hell of a game pitching, Johnny too, sorry I couldn’t be more effective at holding the score.

* Bob, catching a couple of third strike foul tips, thank you!

* The return of the Bhatia boys, a big fly double from Vivek, and a Rickey slide double from Vinay, too cool!

* I can’t remember anyone getting a bad hop, which is amazing considering the rain and mud

* Oh yeah, Adam took one in the head area, but that was because of his fearless play not a bad hop…. He also made some nice plays around the bag.

* I made a mistake in saying Take the easy one, on an up the middle two out groundball, the easy one should have been to first, which is rarely thought of as the easy one….

* Greg and Tony again had some loud hits off me

* Mitch had a great bunt and a much needed catch in center

* Nick scooped up some of my throws from first, which I appreciated, and made a jumping tag at first, too cool.

* Ben, way to squeeze the pop fly in the sun.

* Bob made a great long run catch in left, after complaining that he didn't like having to run out to left from the dugout, that's why you're out there, Bob!

* Reminder to Pitchers: Ball hit to the right side, ground or fly, your movement is always towards covering first base.

S.Paige

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Ruminations in the Rain




This is always the worst part of the year, when the storms come in, the ground gets saturated, and even two or three days of sunlight can't do enough to make the field habitable. Sundays are filled with housecleaning, walks, dinner with in-laws, museum trips, movies I have seen already, and talking about my feelings, and the different ways we can get 1.9% interest on our house fund.

We've had rain showers and sunlight in the span of twenty minutes lately, and every blue skied minute, all I do is think about the next game, the next at bat, the next knuckle ball. The wife hates it. Some bad moments in the first few Sundays when we were off doing our own thing. I eventually learned not to mention it until the end of the day. To her credit she sometimes plays catch with me on Sundays, when I can't make a game. She's a classy lady, I don't know what she sees in me. And her family asks me before they plan anything on a Sunday, just to make sure that I can miss a game. They're great people, even if they don't understand the game.

Is it the gamesmanship? The camaraderie? The good people? The history of the game and the club? Sure, but that's not all....Maybe it's more of the individual aspect, where every game holds the chance each of us to be the hero, to be a part of a comeback, or just the opportunity to succeed? Maybe. But losing is much more a part as they always say. Historically speaking, the best hitter ever, still failed 6 out of 10 times. And the losses used to stay with me, back when games mattered. But now, I almost enjoy a loss if it's a result of a good game played, a stunning comeback, a weird turn of events, or even a hobbled 158 lb. Rainbow Grocery clerk with a wise mouth and no glove.

The other thing about baseball, to quote the late A. Bartlett Giamatti, is that baseball was designed to break your heart. As a Giants fan, I have started to really understand what the hell that meant. I have lived through two World Series' now, that Giants have had a chance to win. Well OK, once anyway (The '89 series? I say this a loyal Giants fan, the A's were a much stronger team, and there wasn't much of chance). Cubs fans? I can't even imagine what that's like. But I am starting to. I went to spring training a few years ago, and we went to HoHokum stadium or whatever its called, and I had a great time. It felt familiar, the fans, the hopeless positivity, the shaking head mistakes, it was all like home. And frankly, I saw a lot of the same mistakes we make in the MBC. Well, actually, I never saw anyone throw a five strikeout inning and lose a save....

And I sit here, watching the rain, thinking about the future, for the Giants, and the MBC. I think about the next play at first, the next fly ball, the next slash bunt, the next slurve, the next stolen base, the next close 3-2 count, the next groundball with eyes, the next Texas leaguer, the next strikeout, muffed play, gork, and lost ball....

And when you look at the rain, I know you think about them too.

S. Paige