Note: Severe artistic license has been taken in this one. Started it Sunday so now it's a little behind the times; tomorrow is playoffs. But anyway...here it is.
When they were growing up together as two carefree young lads, our own Bruce "Willie Mays" Reed and Lefty were star athletes together.
Bruce was the smooth fair sandy haired one with the rocket arm, and probably got all the girls. Lefty looked at this and developed his class clown persona, and got the laughs, and learned to pitch, and it was all good. Batman and Robin, fighting crime everywhere.
But deep down, Lefty watched Bruce, who by his own admission practiced countless hours at this, make basket catch after basket catch, and was just waiting for his turn. For years...until finally in Sunday's Conehead game against the Hammers, the ball floated into short left field, and he had a bead on it, and this was it! and kerplunk, it hit him in the gut and popped to the ground, and the moment vanished, never to return.
Dang. The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men.
In truth, Lefty made probably the best catch of the game, which we won 19-7 (or 20-7, according to the league web site). It was on a sinking liner to right center that he managed to track down.
And we turned a couple of double plays on the infield, and Chopper made a nice grab of a popup behind the plate. We played without a schmiddler and then finished with nine after Randy got hurt.
But the game belonged to Bruce "Wayne (Batman)" Reed, who gunned out not one, but two Hammers trying to challenge his arm running home from third. We were only up something like 14-2 the first time, why not try to beat the best arm in the league? And then in a stunning repeat they did it again in the late innings. In both cases the throw was right on the money on a bounce, and Chopper made nice pickups. On the second the runner on second was dancing off the base and eventually took off for third. Chopper was doing his best Self impression celebrating the out at home and actually had his back to the field. In a case of classic Hammerbating, he then woke up, and turned and threw a strike to Knight at third who slapped a quick tag on the runner just in the nick of time. Inning over!
Speaking of class clowns, Lefty decided that this was the game to debut his right handed batting. And promptly fouled enough off to get a strike three called. Beer, Here!
Lefty - look at your friend, maybe some practice is in order here.
Bruce was 4-4 to finish a perfect game. Lefty managed to get a couple of hits and a walk and a sac fly good for three RBIs the rest of his times up. Haze also drove in three with two hits and a walk. Heffe, Knight, and Chopper all had three hits.
Milestone:
Knight 150 g (#6)
When they were growing up together as two carefree young lads, our own Bruce "Willie Mays" Reed and Lefty were star athletes together.
Bruce was the smooth fair sandy haired one with the rocket arm, and probably got all the girls. Lefty looked at this and developed his class clown persona, and got the laughs, and learned to pitch, and it was all good. Batman and Robin, fighting crime everywhere.
But deep down, Lefty watched Bruce, who by his own admission practiced countless hours at this, make basket catch after basket catch, and was just waiting for his turn. For years...until finally in Sunday's Conehead game against the Hammers, the ball floated into short left field, and he had a bead on it, and this was it! and kerplunk, it hit him in the gut and popped to the ground, and the moment vanished, never to return.
Dang. The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men.
In truth, Lefty made probably the best catch of the game, which we won 19-7 (or 20-7, according to the league web site). It was on a sinking liner to right center that he managed to track down.
And we turned a couple of double plays on the infield, and Chopper made a nice grab of a popup behind the plate. We played without a schmiddler and then finished with nine after Randy got hurt.
But the game belonged to Bruce "Wayne (Batman)" Reed, who gunned out not one, but two Hammers trying to challenge his arm running home from third. We were only up something like 14-2 the first time, why not try to beat the best arm in the league? And then in a stunning repeat they did it again in the late innings. In both cases the throw was right on the money on a bounce, and Chopper made nice pickups. On the second the runner on second was dancing off the base and eventually took off for third. Chopper was doing his best Self impression celebrating the out at home and actually had his back to the field. In a case of classic Hammerbating, he then woke up, and turned and threw a strike to Knight at third who slapped a quick tag on the runner just in the nick of time. Inning over!
Speaking of class clowns, Lefty decided that this was the game to debut his right handed batting. And promptly fouled enough off to get a strike three called. Beer, Here!
Lefty - look at your friend, maybe some practice is in order here.
Bruce was 4-4 to finish a perfect game. Lefty managed to get a couple of hits and a walk and a sac fly good for three RBIs the rest of his times up. Haze also drove in three with two hits and a walk. Heffe, Knight, and Chopper all had three hits.
Milestone:
Knight 150 g (#6)
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