Friday, June 5, 2009

Game 7 Loss 16-8 aka "Tough Sixth"


Man, how do I talk this game up? The answer: I don't. We stunk from the bottom of the first on. Let's go to the video tape.




Early score: Life 3 DiStefano 0


curb hit with car


soccer ball hits car


takes a chopper in the sack




The Aaron Noyes project continued as Coach Burns gave him the nod. You have to love when Noyes literally walks out of his car and onto the mound. FYI, you aren't going to like your new ERA.




The first inning started with Sweet legging a grounder out for a hit, then the bats came a live. Timmy smoked one into center, other people did stuff, people running around, laughing, carrying on, McGrath a textbook GT...it was so good it was almost arrogant but hey, can you blame him? After that, the wheels came off. Noyes did his best Rick Ankiel impression and lost his height and his distance on his pitches. He did battle though, getting out of a few jams. They had an interesting base clearing bomb, relay Timmy to Sully, Sully throws an absolute pea to Boonton who in trying to dodge at least 3 people coming at him, misses it and the tag. Ball goes to the backstop, Noyes is daydreaming about his boat on the mound, Boonton has no idea where it is, Sully is on one knee biting his nails, Bags is wearing a jersey that just says Carl. Finally he gets the ball, too late, kid scores *E. We were neck and neck with them through 5 innings, then it happened. The 6th inning. Never to be spoken of again....




Noyes gives up a few hits, a few walks, an error or two. Teeters on the verge of being yanked during every batter, finally Sully yanks him and puts in his favorite middle reliever. (Cue circus music). In no particular order. Fly ball hit to to Josh, starts back, then comes in, does some sort of dive that looks like a belly flop, ends up looking like the end of a pole vault on the ground *E. Ground ball to Sully who thinks that he is just so smooth and so cool at Short and he plays a little haceky sack with it *E. Finally we get a groundout, then a fly out, 2 outs, damage almost over....nope. Ground ball back to me. I throw it over to Crowley, but he's dating an older chick now ya know. He can't be bothered with keeping his glove open. So just to show us who the man is, he closes the glove right before the ball gets there, inning still alive *E. Hit, Hit, then a pop up. I decide to call it, clearly had no chance at getting it but what the hell, let's join the club, I miss it *E, thought I was running into Bags, but wait, that isn't CapShaw, that is the batter? Yep, he didn't run. I mean that's the only way we were getting out of that inning. The kid didn't even fuckin run. So bags picks it up, and throws a 94mph cutter over to Crowley, Crowley nabs it, inning over. I think MBags had an 'ole in there somewhere *E.




Josh hit a bomb, and drove in Sam. Looked staged, two jerks trotting around the bases without a care in the world. Thanks for nothin.




That sealed our fate, and we never quite recovered. Starved off being mercy'd though.




Beer List


Noyes – K – Paid in full – Miller lite.
Joey- Bone head play. Paid in Full – Miller lite.
Sammy – Last out
Sweet – Last out




Everyone give a hearfelt good wishes to Adam Crowley, triathlete, as he will get on the horse, yet again, this Saturday.


Crowley: I’m really loving these triathlons.
TC: Oh yeah, how many have you done?
Crowley: None


Faces in the crowd: straight from a civil war reinactment T.Smith showed up. Good guy, and one hell of an arguer. Ringer's pin-up chick Liz Seppa always up for a late Ringers game, Rudelyn Smith heckling their players...and a few of ours. The other half of M&M was there.

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