Yes, much sadness abounds. On Tuesday, we lost a softball game and the services of Dr. Elizabeth Higgins, who will be tromping the streets of New York in her spandex operating smock, trying to rid that city of the perils brought about by hairballs and kennel cough.
Talk about a double dip. This one hurts.
Starting with the game, here’s an observation: Seventeen infield outs.
We played eight innings against the Art Museum at lovely Dairy 2, and, yes, we made 17 of our 24 outs in the infield. That doesn’t seem possible. I look at the scorebook and there it is, but, gosh, it’s slow pitch softball. That’s how far we were hitting the ball? Apparently.
Now, most of our oversight involved hitting the ball to Bryan at shortstop. He had six putouts and five assists all by himself, but we didn’t believe. We kept trying him. I am ready to declare that’s a bad strategy.
OK. We lose 12-8 in extra innings to Art. It was a good game by both sides, and, sure, they blew a call and we really won, but that’s the league we play in. It’s a loss in the books. So, let’s review.
Art scored five in the top of the first, plating five of their first six batters in the game. That wasn’t promising, but they went 20 batters before getting another run home. Chris Yasiejko started mowing them down, and the Griffons were scoreless until the sixth.
This should have opened the door for us, and it did to some extent. We scored two in the bottom of the first and maybe tossed one away when we tried to score George Miller on a triple that wasn’t quite a home run. We added six in the third inning to take the lead, 8-5, with 11 batters coming to the plate.
That was that, however, and we didn’t score after the third inning, somehow batting just 13 players in four innings from the fourth to the seventh. The lone runner was Mark Nevins. He wins the prize.
The Arties broke through for two runs in the sixth, one run (yeah, right) in the seventh to force extra innings, and then four more in the top of the eighth. We loaded the bases with one out in the bottom of the eighth, but didn’t get a run home.
Here’s the deal. If you cut it this close, and do this poorly when it matters, you can’t complain when there’s a call here or a call there. Put runs on the board and that takes care of things. We didn’t do that. Eight runs deserves to lose.
For the record, Kerry O’Connor and Mark Nevins had three hits. Steve Lynch and Marcus Hayes had two hits. That’s all that’s worth mentioning. Wish there was more.
Now, to the important stuff. This was the farewell game for our little girl, Lizzie. She’s off to pursue her dreams, because there aren’t any dogs and cats in Philadelphia, it seems. Come back when you can, Liz. We’ll miss you.
Talk about a double dip. This one hurts.
Starting with the game, here’s an observation: Seventeen infield outs.
We played eight innings against the Art Museum at lovely Dairy 2, and, yes, we made 17 of our 24 outs in the infield. That doesn’t seem possible. I look at the scorebook and there it is, but, gosh, it’s slow pitch softball. That’s how far we were hitting the ball? Apparently.
Now, most of our oversight involved hitting the ball to Bryan at shortstop. He had six putouts and five assists all by himself, but we didn’t believe. We kept trying him. I am ready to declare that’s a bad strategy.
OK. We lose 12-8 in extra innings to Art. It was a good game by both sides, and, sure, they blew a call and we really won, but that’s the league we play in. It’s a loss in the books. So, let’s review.
Art scored five in the top of the first, plating five of their first six batters in the game. That wasn’t promising, but they went 20 batters before getting another run home. Chris Yasiejko started mowing them down, and the Griffons were scoreless until the sixth.
This should have opened the door for us, and it did to some extent. We scored two in the bottom of the first and maybe tossed one away when we tried to score George Miller on a triple that wasn’t quite a home run. We added six in the third inning to take the lead, 8-5, with 11 batters coming to the plate.
That was that, however, and we didn’t score after the third inning, somehow batting just 13 players in four innings from the fourth to the seventh. The lone runner was Mark Nevins. He wins the prize.
The Arties broke through for two runs in the sixth, one run (yeah, right) in the seventh to force extra innings, and then four more in the top of the eighth. We loaded the bases with one out in the bottom of the eighth, but didn’t get a run home.
Here’s the deal. If you cut it this close, and do this poorly when it matters, you can’t complain when there’s a call here or a call there. Put runs on the board and that takes care of things. We didn’t do that. Eight runs deserves to lose.
For the record, Kerry O’Connor and Mark Nevins had three hits. Steve Lynch and Marcus Hayes had two hits. That’s all that’s worth mentioning. Wish there was more.
Now, to the important stuff. This was the farewell game for our little girl, Lizzie. She’s off to pursue her dreams, because there aren’t any dogs and cats in Philadelphia, it seems. Come back when you can, Liz. We’ll miss you.
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