Clay Kallam is a great writer, literally a professional, and he went to college!
But he got this one wrong. This was not Greek Tragedy. It was the highest form of Greek Comedy.
When I was an English major (I did not finish that degree) I took a class in Satire, and there was a famous Greek Comedy titled the Birds by Aristophanes. My professor was the absolutely typical of the genre - buttoned down, probably patches on the elbows of his jacket. Monotone.
Well, in the final class of the quarter, he shows up in a giant Bird costume. Think Sesame Street's Big Bird, only slightly phallic. I didn't pay much attention in class up to that point, but that got all of our collective attention. What a hoot it was. He was running around on the stage, prancing, preening and cracking us all up.
And today, it appeared that Gold players were running around in Bird costumes, as though their arms were appendages that just couldn't catch a ball or throw a ball and their birdbrains kept having mental lapses, time after time.
And yet.
This team has no give up. We hung in there even when we had the middle and bottom of the lineup up facing a seven run deficit in the bottom of the ninth.
And a funny thing happened. The birdbrains got transferred into the other team. Poor Green - they never had a chance after that. I started it with a forty foot popup between the pitcher, shortstop and third baseman - you know in ND senior softball no one is getting that. Curt Wade got a hit, after a ground out, Stan Bielecki, Anthony Puccio, and Steve Bedrick all got on. I can't remember which were clean and which were senior moments, but they turned it over to the top of the order with the bases loaded and four runs in. Hugh Vasquez smartly drew a bases loaded RBI walk, and up strode Bob Fulgham. He was 4-4 up to that point. He hit a routine grounder to third and (not mentioning any names) probably the best fielding third baseman in all of Creakerland fields it, and gets ready to start a game ending double play, and...falls down. He just never does that. He can't even get up to beat Steve Mastronarde, pinch running at second, to third base to get even one out. The Greek Gods were with us.
After that, it was a Gary Namanny single and a Rob Katzer line drive to left center and speedie Doug Carlson ran home from second with the winning run.
So Clay, it may have seemed a Greek Tragedy to you, but in the other dugout is seemed much more like High Comedy.
There wasn't much defense in this game for us. I dug one out of the dirt in the first to hold the strong top of the Green lineup to two runs. Pooch snagged a smashed one-hopper at second base and got an easy out at first in the fourth - immediately following the previous batter smashing one off his glove. How he calmly hung in there on the second one, I will never know. Later, pitcher Tom Gonzales got a swinging strikeout in the seventh to keep that inning from getting out of hand. Or wing. Or beak.
The top five in our lineup hit .913: Fulgham, Katzer, 5-5 (5 RBIs), Vasquez 4-4+BB, Namanny 3-5, Gonzales 4-4 (4 RBIs).
The middle, not bad either, Carlson 2-3+SF, Mastronarde 2-4, Kravin 2-3+BB, Steve Alvarez 4-4 (including the only real extra base hits, two doubles), Curt Wade 3-4.
And the bottom held up their end of the bargain, remember they got the hits that turned over the lineup in the ninth. Collectively, Joy Dardin, Bielecki, Pooch, and Bedrock were 7-15 with five RBIs.
A true team game, whether it was the botched birdbrained earlybird comedy of errors or the tremendous back to the wall rally to win it.
Gold may or may not go all the way, but just for today at least, we are back in first place!
Tragedy? I think not!