I returned home last night facing two daunting and inherently frustrating tasks: get the Airport Express in the family room streaming iTunes again and write up last night's game. I choose to watch Stewart and Colbert instead. So here we are. The morning after. Looking for good things to say.
It didn't rain. After giving up 7 runs in the first, we only lost 11-8. No one was injured. My orthotics allowed me to run again. Somebody out there probably got lucky.
And now that I've had time to let the disappointments dissipate, there are memories that will forever be seared into the section of the brain that stores great baseball moments, at least until the Yankees take another World Championship, or our next victory, whichever comes first.
Jimmy and Jason both gave the ball a ride at some point, and Gallupin' Ed Lopez took good advantage of the right fielder for a (nearly) four bagger. Rick turned a nice 4 - 3 DP. Several of our big guys hit the ball too hard on occasion, not giving their fielders time to botch the play — Mike, Pete and Arch come to mind. Lary, on the other hand, exploited that soft underbelly with two exquisitely placed bloopers they had too much time to react to. Mark was .500 for the night and scored from first on Rick's equally exploitative, two-RBI double. Fred came though with a clutch RBI, as he seems to do frequently, and Kevin deftly handled several chances in two positions. I, as I mentioned, also ran.
We wrap up the first half of the season against LaManda's next week at 7:45. Lemme know.