The stage was set to see two top teams in action on a sunny Tuesday night. The Sons of Sully took the field after a long hiatus from the softball diamond. The Wet Bandits were coming of a sweep in the first round. Umpiring the game behind the plate was the "Fat, Dead, Ump" which was bascially Newman from Seinfeld dressed in short bike shorts. Umpiring the field was old friend Mark Berry (never seen a stranger umpire in my life).
First game started out slow for the Ringers bats. So many grounders combined with a few singles here and there. A tough inning in the 3rd with their uncanny ability to hit line drives through the hole to the same part of left field. Looked back at the book and they have never put that many hits together EVER, unreal. We probably gave them a few runs but they hit ridiculously.
We had our chances but really couldn't put a bunch of solid hits together. Infield a great job with the gloves, Sweet solid at second. He and Sully should patent that force at 2nd. Daredevil Croeley proved once again that gloves are for pu$$ies and consistently went after balls using his shin, leg, and hand. The hand shot proved a fatal blow as he landed on the DL retroactive to 7pm.
On to Game Two. The Ringers had their backs to the wall. A loss and a whole season done, a win means we live to see Thursday night. Aaron Noyes on the hill for game 2. Ran into trouble immediately by walking "Thrill Hill" the leadoff hitter, Shortstop, and apparent arch rival of Joe Sullivan. Noyes walked the bases around, got 2 outs but couldn't finish the job off. The kid came off the bench and got a ground ball to hold them to 2 runs that inning. Still don't know who got a quicker hook, starting pitcher Aaron Noyes by Sully or black lab Penny "Pol Pot" Thomson by Alice
The Ringers came back to tie it, but still had the problem of "Hill" in that lineup. The kid can hit and Joe Sullivan does not like anyone that can play on his level. He lives for the the stage, he loves attention, he enjoys a laugh with seventeen year olds, and he demands that he be the best player on the field, pitch, or diamond. Hill was the hotshot, the young buck that may unseat Sully in a few years. After scuffing up short a bit, he knew a bad bounce was inevitable, he blasted a 1-o slider directly at Hill. Hill got in position, and the bad hope eliminated him. Sully took second, actually almost took third as the kid lay helpless. DiStefano scores, gives his best Sammy Sosa kiss to god, and wonders why no one is congratulating him. Hill out, Ringers up, Sully happy.
Great D by MBags, Sully, outfield solid all game, Bags a big hold on at the plate, McGrath covering a lot of ground out there.
The FDU hasn't said anything all year, yet yells NO! from the top of his lungs on what was clearly a shorthop. Still don;t get it, but good to see he is alive.
3-3 until the Kid steps up to the plate with the go ahead run on third Top 7, wanting to do anything but pop it up, grounder to Short, runs down the line, I hear DSull yell get down. I didn't know if Hill game back with an assault rifle or what, but I hit the deck, semi-clotheslined by the first baseman, ball falls out of glove, we are up 4-3.
A few runners on but were able to get 3 outs in the meat of the order. Game, set, match, we will see you Thursday.
*special thanks to Boonton putting this together, nice pic
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