The Ringers had a job to do, win and in (basically). The Sons of Sully needed this, they wanted this (at least everyone except Crupi), they smelled the Victory wafting from Noyes' humid junk. The Demons presented a tough foe. They skunked us earlier this year, humiliated us on Field 2 (Medford Massacre). They can hit, they can field, and they can put their worst player at the leadoff spot. Payback is a bitch.
The Local 9 (10) kept it close early, finally busting out with the bottom of the order leading the way. Going up 9-4 after 3 frames felt good, damn good. Danny, Crowley, and Riz getting on set the table for the big guns to knock some runs around. Sac fly's by DSull, Josh, dinger by Sully (i think he had a triple too).
They came out and put 4 runs up in the next 3 innings. We took the methodical approach getting a few Force outs and third and second. Sweet played a nice 2nd, keeping it in front of him and getting the sure outs. Timmy a great stab at 3rd to keep them from putting together a big inning. 10-8 heading into the bottom of 6
Cue the Tomahawk Chop music....sing it...now!
When the game is on the line, and the pitches are coming in eye-level, who do you want at bat? Sully? No, he rakes belt level. McGrath? No he likes them at his feet. You call up the Tomahawk. The Tomahawk is the only batter in New England that works "up the ladder", he challenges you to try to throw it over the backstop. He shuns a strikezone, it's called a wheelhouse, strikezones are for DSull, not Tomahawk.
Musberger called him the Hawk on the simulcast last night, and the 'Hawk delivered. He hit one almost completely sideways that was at his hairline...not good enough. The 'Hawk then belts one that would have cleared the ump into left field, knocking in some Ringers, and starting a solid 5 run inning. He who knows no strikezone can never fail.
The Kid (11-1, 1 save, 7.10era) took the hill in the 7th, with what now is a huge welt on my left arm. You buckle down, you throw a strike, you let the D win the game....and they did. Catch of the year by Danny sho may or may not have needed to be sedated if the ump called it a hit, unreal diving catch. Bullet back to me that I just put my glove up and it stuck, that lighting sucks. Fly out to DSull covering ground and the game was a W.
16-3 ain't too shabby. RIP to that White bat, things sounds horrible. Enter the Hammer, if you haven't tried it, it rakes. Sort of like swinging a 20lb dumbbell.
In the crowd: A slew of old faces, Tim Bagshaw, Karen Bagshaw, Rudy Smith, Mrs 'Hawk, Liz Seppa, the Crowley 5000.
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