The bad news is that they scored more runs than we did. A lot more. But, like a fly ball gently floating like a can of corn above Mark's mitt — which is the oxymoronic equivalent of a feather bounding off the hard turf over Mark's prodigious leap — there are positives to be snared.
We scored 10 runs, for instance. Everyone had at least one hit. Jimmy P. had four, including a two-run four-bagger off the netting in left. Marty Levy went three for three with a walk in his Reachers' debut, and Steve and Bob also had three-hit evenings.
But enough already with the individual achievements. Just know that those of us who played tonight can tell our Significant Others and kids and grandkids and great-grandkids: "Dear Ones, tonight I played in an honest-to-god slow-pitch softball game and gentlemen in Hastings — and Manhattan and Orlando and aloft in the sky — now a-bed shall think themselves accursed they were not there."
Next up: A doubleheader against the thus-far undefeated, and no doubt avenge-seeking, Greenwich Greys starting at 7 p.m. on Thursday, June 17. Who shall shed his slump with me?