And no one got thrown out at home. Unfortunately, whilst we had 12 stalwarts appear, after all, LaManda's didn't show up. Nary a one. Helluva a way to stay out of the cellar, but we had a great BP.
Ed's banging the ball again. Jimmy P.'s hitting the fence. Rick, too, almost (it must have been the shorts). Jim C. was lacing line drives to left. Steve — our very own Cesar Tovar — looks like he can throw strikes, too. Pete continued to berate the outfield for a few dropped flies here and there. Arch came all the way up from the city on a gimp leg and karmically almost took Pete's head off with a liner. Bob and his personal trainer (no steroids involved), Eddie, laced the ball to all fields. Kevin was glad he had an excuse to end his meeting early. Mike flew the coop, probably to a money game in the Bronx, as soon as the forfeit was official. I could feel my batting slump slip-sliding away.
Next up: 4 Corners at 7:00 NEXT THURSDAY, 7/23. No game Monday. Lemme know,.