I had a dream last night. The Giants and my Cardinals were playing in the NLCS for the National League pennant. I was barbecuing some chicken. The game was coming on and I couldn't decide how I would continue to barbecue with the game on. Then I realized that I just had assumed the Giants and Cardinals would be in the NLCS, because they have been often in the last few years, but actually it was the Mets and Cubs. I didn't have to worry about missing dinner.
Pan out and you could see over the fence I had a neighbor that was a Dodger fan. He was also barbecuing, but there were like giant white pillows or marshmallows floating around his head, and he had nothing on the grill. So it wasn't a nightmare. He was chanting something like "Kershaw and Greinke, and pray for...Kershaw and Greinke." It didn't rhyme at all.
All of which is to say that although the Giants and Cardinals are not in the hunt any more, the Coneheads remain the constant. We finished off another undefeated season, albeit with the *asterisk-tie, and handed Pat's Bats a death blow to their playoff hopes, 21-13 (or 20-13 depending on if you believe the official scorer or our book).
In the beginning, we spotted them a 4-0 lead. Since we had already clinched first place seeding for the playoffs, the game had no meaning (other than to avenge our loss in last year's playoffs to Pat's Bats) for us. A few years ago, in the Walnut Creaker (over 50) league, my team was in the playoff consolation game for third place (they played for such silliness because either the Old Guys need the exercise or they are the true softball sluts, not sure which). We were not exactly playing hard and were way behind. Apparently, I spouted out, "You guys are playing this like this is a meaningless game." We went on to come back and win the game. Our pitcher, Don Clay, said that that was the funniest thing he had ever heard on a softball field. I forgot all about it, but he brings it up now and then when I see him on the field.
I say this because I kept expecting to hear this Monday night from someone. But it did not come. Instead a Conehead inning erupted in the bottom of the third for eleven, or twelve, runs. Yours truly started the fun with a nine hopper through the infield. Then everyone else in the lineup got a hit until it came around to me again. Chopper had a run scoring double in the beginning and the Buddha had a Conehead triple that cleared the bases later, making it 10-4. Or 11-4. I hate when the book doesn't agree with the scorekeeper, but at least in this case it was in our favor.
You have to give credit to Pat and his Bats - they kept coming back. Four in the fourth (which we answered with four of our own), and five in the fifth made it fifteen, or sixteen, to thirteen going into the sixth. But Larry induced a couple of popups and an easy fly ball, and they were done. We batted until time ran out in the sixth for a final score of 21-13. Or 20-13. Depending.
Chopper had the play of the game, when he nabbed a foul tip going by to record an out. D gets extra credit for not going ballistic when they intentionally walked him not once but twice in the late going. They call it recreational softball. And not to take anything from D, but he is not the only hitter in our lineup, and Knight made them pay once with a followup triple, and once with a run scoring single. It may have been the worst plays called since Sunday's Indianapolis Colts fake punt with only the center on the line
And if you believe in numbers, the Mets just finished off the Cubs in a sweep. They are in the World Series for the first time since 2000. That happens to be my rookie season on the Coneheads when we went undefeated and swept the playoffs. I like the signs.
Milestones:
Heffe 650 r (#2)
Heffe 1000 h (#2)
Chopper 40 2b (#17)
Knight 150 r (#20)
Randy 100 h (#24)
Randy 150 ab (#27)
Pan out and you could see over the fence I had a neighbor that was a Dodger fan. He was also barbecuing, but there were like giant white pillows or marshmallows floating around his head, and he had nothing on the grill. So it wasn't a nightmare. He was chanting something like "Kershaw and Greinke, and pray for...Kershaw and Greinke." It didn't rhyme at all.
All of which is to say that although the Giants and Cardinals are not in the hunt any more, the Coneheads remain the constant. We finished off another undefeated season, albeit with the *asterisk-tie, and handed Pat's Bats a death blow to their playoff hopes, 21-13 (or 20-13 depending on if you believe the official scorer or our book).
In the beginning, we spotted them a 4-0 lead. Since we had already clinched first place seeding for the playoffs, the game had no meaning (other than to avenge our loss in last year's playoffs to Pat's Bats) for us. A few years ago, in the Walnut Creaker (over 50) league, my team was in the playoff consolation game for third place (they played for such silliness because either the Old Guys need the exercise or they are the true softball sluts, not sure which). We were not exactly playing hard and were way behind. Apparently, I spouted out, "You guys are playing this like this is a meaningless game." We went on to come back and win the game. Our pitcher, Don Clay, said that that was the funniest thing he had ever heard on a softball field. I forgot all about it, but he brings it up now and then when I see him on the field.
I say this because I kept expecting to hear this Monday night from someone. But it did not come. Instead a Conehead inning erupted in the bottom of the third for eleven, or twelve, runs. Yours truly started the fun with a nine hopper through the infield. Then everyone else in the lineup got a hit until it came around to me again. Chopper had a run scoring double in the beginning and the Buddha had a Conehead triple that cleared the bases later, making it 10-4. Or 11-4. I hate when the book doesn't agree with the scorekeeper, but at least in this case it was in our favor.
You have to give credit to Pat and his Bats - they kept coming back. Four in the fourth (which we answered with four of our own), and five in the fifth made it fifteen, or sixteen, to thirteen going into the sixth. But Larry induced a couple of popups and an easy fly ball, and they were done. We batted until time ran out in the sixth for a final score of 21-13. Or 20-13. Depending.
Chopper had the play of the game, when he nabbed a foul tip going by to record an out. D gets extra credit for not going ballistic when they intentionally walked him not once but twice in the late going. They call it recreational softball. And not to take anything from D, but he is not the only hitter in our lineup, and Knight made them pay once with a followup triple, and once with a run scoring single. It may have been the worst plays called since Sunday's Indianapolis Colts fake punt with only the center on the line
And if you believe in numbers, the Mets just finished off the Cubs in a sweep. They are in the World Series for the first time since 2000. That happens to be my rookie season on the Coneheads when we went undefeated and swept the playoffs. I like the signs.
Milestones:
Heffe 650 r (#2)
Heffe 1000 h (#2)
Chopper 40 2b (#17)
Knight 150 r (#20)
Randy 100 h (#24)
Randy 150 ab (#27)
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