It's...Underdog!!!

(Make sure you play this while reading the following...)

Transdyn started the season 1-3. Missing our starting left fielder the whole season, nominally the most consistent hitter in all rec league softball. Two outfielders injured in the first game, not to be seen again as of yet, so we have been playing with three of our five regular outfielders out.

Number three hitter, one of the most feared hitters in Pleasanton, coaching his kids, and missing all the 6:30 games. In a season that due to the limited number of teams five of twelve games are at 6:30.

New power hitter from last year - in LA for three weeks for work training. Rams busy entertaining. Chopper gets a promotion and is acting the part of dedicated worker. Hama - well the mail must be delivered? Super sub Zach from last year, don't have his phone number, didn't email him in time.

Only nine guys could show and oh by the way our newest new blood with the speed of youth, Mark, has a bad hammy so we take the field with three outfielders, average age 48 or so.

And yours truly the Coach, is late because I got stuck at work, and technically we started the game with eight players (for a few batters).

So the table was set. Playing the first place Ringers, who started off the season so hot, 5-0. We have crawled back into the race with a couple of wins, but this one was a must have. Win it, and we are one out barely half way through the season. Lose it, and we're three games plus tiebreaker guaranteed, which might as well be four games out with five left.

Play it again: Underdog!

And they scored four in the first. But they also started with nine players, and we answered on a couple of walks and a smash triple by Cage and a gapper double by Tom, who might as well face the fact that he is a permanent fixture for this season at least.

4-3, not bad, even 6-3 not too bad after they added on in the second. And then both teams got cold. We were colder and going into the bottom of the fifth we were down 8-4.

And then a remarkable thing happened. Play it again! We loaded the bases with none out (starting with Sir Guy, my motto: bottom of the order hits, we win). and it was off to the races when we turned over the order. A big play was when Cage hit a grounder toward the hole with bases loaded and the third baseman took it and ran to third and tried to gun down the old guy running home. I ran 'inside' and he nailed me in the back, and that let the inning extend. Mario's next hit was thrown around and we ended up taking a 10-8 lead and using up most of the remaining time.

Then the Ringers 'discovered' their 'new bat', a pink thing that if it isn't juiced, sure hits like a shaved bat. They ended up with the bases loaded and their power hitter up and he golfed one over the fence for a 12-10 lead. They should have added more, Sir Guy and our defense did a good job keeping it there. Pauly had a tremendous game at the hot corner - he must have had a third of our outs.

In the end old age and treachery took over. Monty started with one of our ten walks (patience). After a fly out Jas did the same. But when a ground out ensued, it was looking grim - still two down and two outs. Cage extended it with a single; Monty scored and Jason went in to run at second as the tying run.

Mighty Mario stepped in and looked around, and saw the Hole. They were playing him to pull as he usually does, but we know he can hit to all fields. And he hit a perfect rope to the LC gap, and with two outs, Jas and Cage took off at full speed...tie game and then the walkoff! The Ringers made a desperation throw, and it was actually closer than it seemed it would be, but the joy was in Transville that night!

Play it again: Underdog!

Milestones:

Mario        200 rbi (#10) (how appropriate)
Jas            100 g (#13)

Mexican Bud

Back in the 80s, my original softball team, the Lyons, were co-sponsored by one of the first pubs that served upwards of 30 microbrewery beers, Lyons Brewery in Dublin. We were so cool because we drank 'good beer', and joined the 'Connoisseur Club' which rewarded you with a t-shirt when you tried your 50th different kind of beer. Remember, this was when they handed out trophies for softball championships. The BC era (Before Cotton), if you will. So the Beer Cotton was about all that you could hope for.

At Lyons, the owner hung various bits of memorabilia from the ceiling. One of the artifacts was a bottle of Corona beer, with a necktie wrapped around it. The thing was, was that it was only yuppies who thought that Corona meant Mexican beer, hence the tie and the slightly arrogant attitude that Corona was the Budweiser of Mexico (depending on your taste in beer, this might be true).

Now we are not as cool, but we have a lot more Cotton.

Well, Joe made the Corona team look just like ordinary swill last Sunday. He one-hit them, let me repeat ONE-HIT them, and JFT just plastered the Corona Crushers, 17-0.

Joe had a chip on his shoulder (quelle surprise!). The last two years Corona had lobbied to remain in the Lower division successfully, and took easy Cotton. This year, their argument continued, and apparently it emphasized the fact that the only team in the upper division they could beat was JFT. Despite Gerry's long term statistics, this has been true at times the last couple of years: The last two years we were 2-2 against them, and they eliminated us from the post-season in 2010.

So a chip it is planted firmly on our shoulders. And we made them pay.

Yeah, yeah, it was Mothers' Day, and they were missing some players (although I looked around and except for the SS it looked like Corona's to me). But one hit is one hit in slow pitch softball - Joe owned them.

We blasted out with a continuation of our last inning the week before - eight straight hits after a lead-off fly out, and an 8-0 lead after one (it was essentially over). Chopper had the highlights, a two run double in the first and a bomb over RF when they played him cheap for a two run homer in the third, giving him team high four RBIs. Unfair Goose to the runner in front of him, the rules clearly state that there is no Goose unless you catch him. On the way to the dugout does NOT count. The Geese in the outfield sat down in protest.

But D had the Big Blast. With the reduced compression balls, it would be a nearly impossible shot to hit the trees beyond right field these days. But Derek nearly pulled it off. He slugged it so far he jogged around the bases, like the Babe himself.

Randy had a clutch two out two run single in the 4th to make sure we would end it in 4 1/2 innings. He and Bruce and the Knight had perfect 3-3 games.

Record against Corona:
2008: 26-3, 12-3, 7-7, 15-1, Playoffs 10-7 (4-0-1)
2009: 12-11, 13-7, 17-2 (3-0)
2010: 7-3, 13-6, 10-8, Playoffs 16-4, 7-11 (4-1)
2011: 11-7, 14-4, 4-3 (3-0)
2012: 12-11, 4-16 (1-1)
2013: 11-6, 3-9 (1-1)
2014: 17-0 (1-0, Total 17-3-1)

Milestone:
Chopper        100 h (#12)

I Love To Laugh, Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Let's face it, it's been a rough start this year for Transdyn.

First it starts when Transdyn gets bought out by a company called KapschTraffikKom or something. Lot of germanic K's. Never good when there are changes at the top...you never know how that will effect the purse strings, the after game Bibimbap, etc.

Ok, just kidding, it's rec league softball. As long as we have Monty, and he doesn't start speaking German to Sir Guy on the mound, we'll be fine there. And it's KapschTrafficCom, and they are Austrian not German.

But really, we lose Timmy to injury for at least this season to shoulder woes, and then we lose Rene and Coop in the opener, both with severe ankle sprains. Who knows when they will be back. That's 3/5ths of our outfield folks.

Thank god for Jas coming back, allowing Hama to roam the OF or we'd be in deep weeds. Wait it's Jas...we are deep in the weeds.

But I digress. Despite this, we have enough talent to overcome such obstacles, or so I think. We scuffled for a couple of games, and found ourselves looking up in the standings, glad that everyone will be in the playoffs this season.

And then along come the Ballers...they seem to be the antidote for us. We already had hurt them 17-3 the first time around. Last week we had to face them without three of our big boppers, Alberto and D and Chopper, and we had to scramble to get 10 players by game time. Jason brought out a new guy, Mark. A Youth! Can run! Can catch! Can hit!

We did nothing in the first, and gave up two in the second, and then the season finally kicked in...we sent 17 batters to the plate and scored twelve of them, and the game was pretty much over. The young Ballers could just gape open mouthed as guys old enough to be not only their fathers but even grandpas showed them how it is done. We only had one run in, when there were two outs - then starting with Jas at the top of the lineup, the next eleven batters hit safely - that's one more than batting around with two outs. Mostly it was singles, with a little Baller defensive help - or lack of same - and then strode up our new kid, with the bases loaded, and he promptly cleared them with a shot over the left fielder's head for a triple. He scored for the last run of the inning, and it was pretty much over except waiting out the clock to the fifth inning.

We put up six more in the third - Pauly hit one of his two bombs to the fence, this one for a double, the other for a triple in the fourth. In the mean time the Ballers were doing nothing against Sir Guy and our defense. The Kid had a nice running catch on a potential gapper for one highlight, and Jas dove to his left a couple of times for our defensive highlights.

Other heroes were Heffe with a perfect 4-4 night, Tom the super sub 3-4 and Sir Guy 2-2 plus a sac fly. Mario and Jason broke out of their mini-slumps with a couple of knocks each.

Yes we are in the playoffs, but we can still go 9-3 and we are already in second due to tiebreakers, and the Blue Dots did us a favor by giving the Ringers their first loss. All is well.

Milestones:
4/8
Cage        400 r (#3)
4/15
Sir Guy    400 h (#7)
Cage        750 ab (#7)
Jas           10 sf (#13)
4/22
Jas           350 ab (#12)
D             200 h (#13)
Hama       100 r (#16)
4/29
D             300 ab (#13)
Rams       100 r (#17)
Hama       200 ab (#22)
5/6
Pauly        40 ab (#8)

Mario       500 ab (#10)

Wake Up Call

I woke up today at 7, forgetting it was Saturday, a little panicked to be late to work. Then I remembered it was Saturday. Whew...back to sleep.

And then I had the dream. In it, JFT/Coneheads' own Chuckster came over as I was just waking up. He had made and brought a really STRONG triple espresso...and he threw it in my face!

Well I thought, what was that all about...and it came to me. You all miss the blog so much, that this was my 'wake up' call to get back to the post. And leading the way as he does in the lineup, Chuck. Because it has been another week and a game ago, and Chuck still had received no love for getting the walk off hit to beat Pinky's and make this a season. In our great comeback two weeks ago, when we scored eight in the bottom of the sixth with time running out and two outs, Joe walked to load the bases for Chuck. He slashed a single, two runs scored, walk off! And then - everyone mobbed Joe! Chuck moaned and whined, there is no love for our hero. Well Chuck, here it is in black and white! High Five!

Not to mention he went 4 for 5 and started a double play, and started that sixth inning rally with a single.

It was a weird game due to the game being timed to go against one of the big tournament weekends, this one in Vegas. That meant half of Pinky's team was gone against us losing Derek and Reg (who?). But Pinky's just went to the well of players and fielded a team that may have actually been better than the regulars. We played like we usually do against Pinky's...which is to say let's get this over so we can get to our beer and talk about how they have our number. We have had many games against them that were competitive close losses and some blowouts. In this one, they just didn't seem that keen on pulling away, despite how badly we were playing.

We did scratch out 10 runs by the fateful sixth, so it wasn't out of reach. Knight's season debut was a big factor, as he went 4-4 with a triple and four RBIs. As were cameo appearances by Nomar Dacey, who had his usual 4-4 with a double, and Larry, who held Pinky's in check in the middle innings after a rough seven run third. But it was the five hits to start the sixth and the three sandwiching Joe's walk that produced the Conehead inning to end it. Joe had the walk on, but Chuck had the walkoff.

And speaking of Wake Up Calls, we repeated the pattern last week against previously winless Oak Park Construction. We napped through five innings once again, giving Oak Park hope as we were tied 6-6 after five. And that was with our stellar infield turning three double plays to keep Oak Park from running away.

When OPC turned over four runs in the top of the sixth with time awasting, it looked kinda bad for the good guys. Then we had a true Conehead inning, and scored 11 before time ran out. Yours truly started it with a single, but everyone was in on the action as we batted around plus half the lineup, all told 17 hitters. The game winner scored on a force out by D, but we weren't done. Knight and G loaded the bases with hits, and when I hit a ten hopper past the first baseman, two runs scored to double the lead, and they were done. The game ended on an error, a hit and then the pitcher completely lost it, walking the last three batters to force in runs. Final score 17-10.

The real game MVP was Randy. He went 4-4 with a homer, a double, and four runs scored, and an assortment of plays at the hot corner. If he just had some speed, he might have been able to get a triple to complete the cycle.

Honorable mentions go to Haz and Joe. Both went 3-3 with a walk, and have started the season hot. And of course Nomah, who really can't stay away. He's 'retired', which means he has almost played as many games as the regulars.

Pleasant dreams, next game is less than 24 hours away. Hope no one hits you in the face with hot coffee.

Milestones:
4/6
Lefty        350 ab (#4)
Haz          300 ab (#6)
D             100 ab (#18)
4/13
Chuck      250 h (#1)
Chopper  100 rbi (#5)
Joe          300 ab (#7)
Ol' G       10 2b (#13)
4/27
Gene        20 bb (#9)
Gene        250 ab (#11)
Chopper  50 r (#14)
Randy      100 ab (#19)
5/4
Randy      1st hr

April Ain't so Cruel...

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

T.S.Eliot clearly never played softball. Maybe if he had, he wouldn't have been so damn bitchy about the greatness that is April. On April First, every team in the land in pro baseball and rec softball thinks they have a chance to win the ultimate prize (April Fools?), whether it is a Ring of Power or a cheap t-shirt from your local town.

And JFT started out the game tonight like we never had a long rainless winter to contemplate our dull roots and yet another of those classless runner-up tshirts that get worn as undershirts at best, but more likely have ended up in garages across the counties of Contra Costa and Alameda.

So today after the first game, we stand tied for first, and all things are possible, even outlasting Pinky's this season (you know I misspelled Pinky's as Oinky's the first time I wrote this paragraph...is that a Freudian Slip? What would old TS say?).

Tonight's game was against Bobby Muller and the Advance Construction crowd. Old timey rivals, with whom we used to battle it out for the championship. Lately we have ownage on them, but both teams maintain a mutual respect that goes back years. It's always fun to mix it up with them.

We jumped off to a 6-0 start in the top of the first, thanks to eight straight hits after there were two outs and no one on. Chopper had the Big Hit, a bases clearing triple that pushed us up 4-0. Big D, Ol' G, newcomer Bruce, Heffe, Chopper, Randy, Johnny and Gene all came through with two outs, and we thought the rout was on.

As it turned out we got a little stale at the plate after that. Some guys were rusty, still dealing with dried tubers from the winter. That doesn't sound good, does it. A key error in the third allowed AC to come back and make a game of it and they got as close as 8-6, but after that our defense kicked in, and shut out AC for three of the last four innings. In the seventh after loading the bases with one out and the tying run at the plate, they could only manage a sac fly for one more run as we walked away with an 11-8 win.

In the midst of one of their aborted rallies, Randy came up with the defensive gem of the game leaping high (I think maybe four inches!) to snag a hot shot heading down the line over third base. Seriously, maybe not so high as much as a really quick reaction. It took the stuffing out of that rally.

New outfielder Bruce should be welcomed. The poor guy hit every ball hard but the last three were right at someone. You have the feeling this will change.

Heffe (4-4), Chopper (3 RBIs), Johnny (3 hits, a triple), and Gene (3 RBIs on two hits) led the way with the bats. Chopper's new bat made it through the game intact. The new low compression balls kept fly balls short. Soon everyone will be hitting like me (a dink here a doink there, here a dink, there a doink, everywhere an oink doink, Old MacHeffe had a farm...I digress...I too am a poet from St. Loo), and I'm not sure if that is a bad thing.

Next two against Oinky's, with Easter splitting them up in the middle. These games are the pivotal early games for obvious reasons. I will be going to New Orleans in between, maybe I will pick up some Tennessee Williams to go with your TS Eliot.

Who's Got It Better Than Us?

Who's Got It Better Than Us?

Conebody!

Seven Cotton Championships in a row, 2 cities, 3 1/2 years!

Conebody!

Who can win six in a row in a double elimination tournament...somebody...who does it twice in a year, in two leagues in different cities?

Conebody!

Who doesn't even make a single out in the entire season and playoffs?

Joe-body!

Who can hit the pitcher THREE times in a game and the guy doesn't want to fight you?

Chopbody!

Who can hit a laser shot so far into the night that he can hobble around the bases on one knee and get a home run?

Derekbody!

Who can take a year and a half off, be rusty as hell for about one game, and then hit balls the opposition is still looking for, and everyone on our bench says, 'he didn't even get all of that one'?

Pope-body!

Who gives it his all, plays his heart out, gets phased by nothing, and finally finishes a playoff series without hobbling off the field injured?

Ol' G-body

And so on...

So it just isn't fair...I'm going to wax arrogant, and probably jinx the hell out of future seasons but here's the thing - no one stops the Coneheads, except, occasionally the Coneheads themselves. The other team doesn't have a chance. Jinxes no longer matter - we could stop here and it's been the best run probably anyone on this or any team has ever seen since the Yankees in the 50s. I don't even think they won seven in a row though.

I mean, this was a year for the ages...no one wins two postseasons in a row from the losers' bracket. It just doesn't happen. We won 15 games in the two regular seasons, and then nearly as many in the playoffs - 12. We got to play the maximum number of games possible - 33. Only in 2002, when we played three seasons, did we play more games. We won 27 games, matching last year's total, but remember they shortened the Orinda season by three games.

There is no way to top this...who can do it better than that? Nobody, including us.

So, there are only two choices, hang it up, or just add some 'extra challenges'. Well, as the coach in the summer season, I say that next year we are going to have to take on some extra burdens. I hereby declare that next year there will be three designated runners, who will run whenever anyone else gets on base - me, Joe and Derek. That will slow down the Conehead train.

On second thought that won't hold us back at all - in a Conehead inning, everyone hits, so we would just move around the bases one at a time. We had innings of 15 runs and 16 runs in the two championship games against DubMD to salt them away for the long off-season - do you really think it mattered who was running?

So we have to go one step further...Pope has to bat right-handed. I'd say Derek too, but I'll bet he hits it just as hard from the other side. Joe has to pitch lefthanded, and Gene has to run on stilts. Johnny and Randy - they have to go play on another team, say the Old Scouts. Reggie has to try to jack the ball over the outfield every time. Lefty has to drink and herbalize before and during the game, wait, he already does that. Markley has to carry his future twins in matching baby packs, one in front and one in back. Larry has to pitch without the use of any eyesight correction mechanisms. Chuck has to play without getting dirty, one dive and he's suspended indefinitely. Knight has to play in full armor. Ol' G has to run into a concrete wall before every game so he plays concussed. Speaking of Chopper - well, the Chopper school of baserunning is already, um, shall we say non-standard? So don't change a thing.

There - now we have a challenge. But you know what - we'd still win, cause as we demonstrated this year, it doesn't matter the adversity, we will find a way. It's the Conehead Way.

Of course I kid you - the thing about the Coneheads is every single season we are back, and believing that no one will stop us this season either. And so it will be in June and September next year.

DubMD was the hot team in the playoffs - they have added some new talent. They showed us in the first game that they have the means to beat us - once. They had us behind in the second game 11-7, 12-9, and 17-13. Chuck did have just about the clutchest hit of the night with a bases loaded triple in the fourth. When he scored on Sting's single, it seemed like that was going to be the hit of the game. But after BudMD took back the lead with five in the bottom half, it turned out all that was a warmup to the first of the great Conehead innings. Fifteen runs followed by a Larry shutdown fifth, and it was all over at 28-17. The highlight of that inning was the sight of Derek hobbling around the bases for a two run homer while they searched for the ball he hit in Clayton. Even though BubMD rallied for nine runs in the last two innings, we might as well just have gone to the final game at that point, as we finished 32-26.

In the finale, they had us down 8-2, scoreless for two innings in a row. Then Sting hit a colossal home run to start the fourth, and it was off to the races. We had nine straight hits sandwiched around a walk to Ol' G, then two quick outs followed by seven more in a row. This was the best Head rally and tally of the night - sixteen runs all told. Five players had two hits in the inning. The other key hit was a bases loaded triple by Lefty. Up 18-8.

DudMD again rallied, closed to four down twice the next two innings. But at that point the only drama was when were the lights going out on them, figuratively and literally. When they finally did go off in the bottom of the sixth, it was the kindest kind of mercy rule - they knew and we knew, they were beat. 32-26 and 25-19 sounds like they were close but it was truly a beatdown.

And so history was made - Conehead History. When we won four titles in a row early in the last decade we thought this would never happen again, and here we stand with seven in a row. Was this year the sweetest? We have gone seasons undefeated before, and we have won the championship from 3rd and 4th place finishes. But two in one year from the losers' bracket, somehow the sheer surprise value makes this year the highest of the highs. Markley brought up a very interesting and fun stat - in this tournament we ended five of the seven teams' (that lost) seasons - the Swingers and Shenanigans got off easy - they didn't have to face us with our backs against the wall.

Or was this the greatest just because it's the latest? Check back next year; we will find out then.

All I know is I didn't want this year to end, and I don't want this run to end.

Milestones:
Game 1:
Larry         130 bb (#2)
D              200 rbi (#17)

Game 2:
Gene         500 h (#10)
Ol' G         400 h (#13)
Chopper   200 rbi (#18)
Lefty         250 ab (#20)
Randy       10 2b (#28)

Game 3:
Heffe         600 r (#2)
D              250 h (#17)
Chopper   100 g (#18)
Randy       50 r (#28)

Inspiration

Yes, the Coneheads have gone through the classic stages of loss (of blog) while I have been unable to maintain my weekly posts of our games...first they cried out in agony..."where's the blog?"...then anger..."Heffe you have to quit your job, it's interfering with our blog reading"...and denial..."ah we didn't need it anyway...someone else can write it"...and so Gene and now Lefty have provided the recap from last week, fine jobs of prose I might add...if a little old school as it was in email form...and not shared with the huge world of about 15 readers I have.

I had to dig deep, come up with something so inspirational that you will never doubt me again. I even had to go multimedia.

And so I give you...The Wilderness Heather...a short film I made just this morning of my training regimen for Monday night's hopeful tripleheader...it's the last night of softball of the year, one way or another, so it's all out...you may doubt that it is me under that hoodie, but remember these days you can do a lot with trick photography.

The point is, we will do whatever it takes to be ready Monday night...yes it's only rec league softball, but we stand defending six straight championships, in a year where by losing the first game in BOTH seasons' playoff tournaments, we can possibly do the ultimate, win both seasons from the losers' bracket, and play the most games allowable under the rules. It would be amazing.

So turn up the volume, click the link, put it on the big screen, sit back and enjoy...

The Wilderness Heather

Heffe:
I used to write
I used to write letters
I used to sign my name

I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing light settled deep in my brain

But by the time we met
By the time we met the times had already changed

So I never wrote a letter
I never took my true heart, I never wrote it down

So when the lights cut out
I was lost standing in the wilderness downtown

Now our lives are changing fast
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
Hope that something pure can last

Conehead Chorus:
Now it seems strange
How we used to wait for letters to arrive
But what's stranger still
Is how something so small can keep you alive

We used to wait
We used to wait
We used to wait
Sometimes it never came
We used to wait
Sometimes it never came
We used to wait

Ah and yes there were two wins last week. Lefty and Geno pretty much summed it up but I will repeat if I must...there were three or four big moments.

The first game had only one - Pope's three run blast in the first. Might as well have quit there. Although Good Wood would keep it close (8-5 going into the bottom of the fifth), there never was a doubt and we put it away with a perfectly Conehead bottom of the fifth - we just hit until the slaughter rule took effect. I think it was my first slaughter rule 'walk-off'. Other highlights included Derek with the two of the longest two run singles in history, and a five run third that featured only two hits (four walks and two sac flies).

The Pat's Bats game was a classic. After we had the 10-3 lead they battled back and yes there was a bad call in the outfield that netted us a bunch of runs, and we almost ran out of time down a run in the fifth. But in the sixth Heffe tied it, and Chopper got the game winner when he got his third straight hit (including our other home run) to put us up 15-14. But it was Joe's hit that allowed us to put them away. As Gene said, he hits a grounder, and we go into the bottom of the sixth with but a two run lead. Instead he laces an RBI single, we get two more hits including Pope's second three run homer of the night, and they are down eight going into their last chance.

We don't know what will happen Monday. We can't overlook the Hawks in the first game - they must have beaten a couple teams better than they are to get to the last night. Win one and win often is our motto.

But you know we want another chance (or two) at WMD. They sucker-punched us showing up in the last week of the regular season without their pitcher, and giving us all those walks and taking us out of our rhythm. Won't happen again, I can tell you that.

One Conehead inning per game (two would be nice), and play our usual stellar defense - that's all we need.

Milestones:

9/30:
Heffe        350 g (#3)
Pope        40 3b (#3)
Larry       700 h (#5)
Sting        350 rbi (#11)
Ol' G       650 ab (#14)
Lefty        20 bb (#16)
Chopper  200 h (#19)

10/7
Chuck      1550 ab (#1)
Heffe        900 h (#2)
Gene        400 rbi (#6)
Sting         450 h (#12)
D             50 2b (#14)
Chopper  20 3b (#15)
Knight     150 h (#22)
Randy     50 h (#31)

10/14
Chuck      130 bb (#1)
Pope        200 g (#10)
Chopper  150 r (#18)
Lefty        10 sf (#22)

10/21
Ol' G        30 sf (#6)
Ol' G        250 r (#14)

10/28
Sting        40 sf (#3)
Larry       550 r (#4)
D            100 g (#17)