OK I have to admit - I came this close to calling this post "Licking the Nipples."
I gave the game ball to our own Sting on Monday night. I didn't realize until I did the game stats that he wasn't the only one who had a monster game offensively. Two home runs, four RBIs.
Lefty also had two bombs. Gene was hot, 4-4 with the fifth team home run on a gapper combined with his speed. Larry had a Conehead triple and led the team with five RBIs. Knight was a perfect 3-3 with a walk and including another three bagger. We had more homers than triples, and more triples than doubles.
But it was Reggie who stole the show because he added two great catches to his repertoire. On one he was like a bolt of lightning crossing into the path of the ball to cut off a gapper for the third out of an inning. Joe nearly came to tears. "That was the best catch I've ever seen him make!" he cried. No one could tell if he was serious. Poor Joe - tries to give a compliment and everyone is expecting the Stink Eye to be lowered at any moment.
At any rate it causes me to burst into song. As we all know, Reggie is going to miss the playoffs, this time with no hope of rescue from the desert of Fresno. So we have this:
Where have you gone, Reggie Dra-akeford,
The Coneheads turn our lonely eyes to you.
Woo-woo-woo
What's that you say, Joseph Stinkeye.
Bolting Sting has left and gone away,
Hey hey hey.
We will sing it in Pennini's champagne if we win the damn thing.
Areolas gave us a run - they had us 6-0 after one, 8-3 after two, but three straight Conehead innings (8,7,7) took care of business, which is to say despite the Areolas improved record this season (coming in tied with us at 6-3), we still own them. The final score was 25-12.
It's a strange year for us. The Coneheads are hitting .577 as a team for the season. Fifth worst in the 28 seasons of stats we have. And yet, we are hitting our stride at just the right time. We finally are learning to hit in the fogdome at Wilder. We are starting to hit the gaps and put together the trademark Conehead inning, multiple times per game. Our defense has reverted to our usual solidness after some shakiness early.
We all know the playoffs are the only thing in this league but with only half the games reported so far from Monday, one very interesting result stands out: Bay Alarm 15, Cal Gaels 9. That's Pennini's over the Broncos to us. What that means is that with a win over the Gaels Monday we can leapfrog over them and into third. And with a small miracle the Old Scouts could lose one and put us in second.
It doesn't matter much - we have to just be at the top of our game in the playoffs. But it is about seeding somewhat, and it is about bringing that doubt into the Gaels in particular, should we face them again in the playoffs - you know the Buddha feels like we have had their number most of the years. They are looking vulnerable right now like we were a month ago.
So everyone Show up Monday - Don is out, and Chopper is doubtful with his injury. Lefty that means you. Despite your flippancy, we know how you love a competitive game. So be there. I don't want to have to write a song about you too.
Milestones:
Lefty 10 gw (#9)
Haz 150 ab (#25)
I gave the game ball to our own Sting on Monday night. I didn't realize until I did the game stats that he wasn't the only one who had a monster game offensively. Two home runs, four RBIs.
Lefty also had two bombs. Gene was hot, 4-4 with the fifth team home run on a gapper combined with his speed. Larry had a Conehead triple and led the team with five RBIs. Knight was a perfect 3-3 with a walk and including another three bagger. We had more homers than triples, and more triples than doubles.
But it was Reggie who stole the show because he added two great catches to his repertoire. On one he was like a bolt of lightning crossing into the path of the ball to cut off a gapper for the third out of an inning. Joe nearly came to tears. "That was the best catch I've ever seen him make!" he cried. No one could tell if he was serious. Poor Joe - tries to give a compliment and everyone is expecting the Stink Eye to be lowered at any moment.
At any rate it causes me to burst into song. As we all know, Reggie is going to miss the playoffs, this time with no hope of rescue from the desert of Fresno. So we have this:
Where have you gone, Reggie Dra-akeford,
The Coneheads turn our lonely eyes to you.
Woo-woo-woo
What's that you say, Joseph Stinkeye.
Bolting Sting has left and gone away,
Hey hey hey.
We will sing it in Pennini's champagne if we win the damn thing.
Areolas gave us a run - they had us 6-0 after one, 8-3 after two, but three straight Conehead innings (8,7,7) took care of business, which is to say despite the Areolas improved record this season (coming in tied with us at 6-3), we still own them. The final score was 25-12.
It's a strange year for us. The Coneheads are hitting .577 as a team for the season. Fifth worst in the 28 seasons of stats we have. And yet, we are hitting our stride at just the right time. We finally are learning to hit in the fogdome at Wilder. We are starting to hit the gaps and put together the trademark Conehead inning, multiple times per game. Our defense has reverted to our usual solidness after some shakiness early.
We all know the playoffs are the only thing in this league but with only half the games reported so far from Monday, one very interesting result stands out: Bay Alarm 15, Cal Gaels 9. That's Pennini's over the Broncos to us. What that means is that with a win over the Gaels Monday we can leapfrog over them and into third. And with a small miracle the Old Scouts could lose one and put us in second.
It doesn't matter much - we have to just be at the top of our game in the playoffs. But it is about seeding somewhat, and it is about bringing that doubt into the Gaels in particular, should we face them again in the playoffs - you know the Buddha feels like we have had their number most of the years. They are looking vulnerable right now like we were a month ago.
So everyone Show up Monday - Don is out, and Chopper is doubtful with his injury. Lefty that means you. Despite your flippancy, we know how you love a competitive game. So be there. I don't want to have to write a song about you too.
Milestones:
Lefty 10 gw (#9)
Haz 150 ab (#25)
I think you need to write a song about everybody on the team. AND your loyal fans, too. Individual songs, of course.
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