MikeD
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 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 7:06 pm Post subject: 6/4/07 - Adam at the Bat |
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The following is the game summary as told by Beers third baseman Adam Hill:
| Quote: | The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Beerville nine that day:
The score stood five to one, with but four innings left to play.
But then when Justin settled down, and the fielders did the same,
The Skyline were held scoreless for the duration of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, if only the team could get some hits -
We'd put up even money, now, whatever's in our mitts.
But since George's monstrous triple in the second,
There had been no runs, it seemed that the reaper had beckoned;
Then three outs in the fourth preceded any run,
And the same rang true for the fifth, this wasn't any fun;
But Nigel drew a walk, to the wonderment of all,
And Simon, the much despis-ed, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Boston safe at first, and the Aussie a-hugging third.
Then Justin infield singled, and Mike D valiantly took a walk.
Mike N followed with a blast, that put 2 runs up in chalk;
Then Mike N came around to score, but I don't remember how,
Because Peter won't send me the damn inning summary, I'd like to punch him right in the kisser, POW!
The inning ended and the runs tallied, the Beers had come alive!
The score now was more even, all tied up at five.
All they needed was one more run, and to hold the enemy at their bat;
Did the team have a hero amongst them? In the hole is where he sat.
Then from all 12 throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Adam, mighty Adam, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Adam's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Adam's bearing and a smile on Adam's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Adam at the bat.
Twenty four eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Twelve tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance gleamed in Adam's eye, a sneer curled Adam's lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Adam stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-
"That ain't my style, ya'll" said Adam. "Strike one," the umpire said.
From the benches, barren with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;
And its likely they'd a-killed him had not Adam raised his hand.
With a smile of Jewish charity great Adam's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew;
He couldn't ignore this one, and his swing was hard a true!
A solid crack was heard all 'round that South Shore heap,
Off Adam's custom Viper(c) bat the wondrous ball did leap!
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
It looked as though the fielder had it, he was moving like a train.
But wait! What's this? He had meticulously misjudged;
While charging and celebrating, the play had been completely fudged.
The ball flew past his head, and headed for the fence,
Adam was now raging past first, the crowd's roars grew more intense.
Adam rounded second, with thoughts the day was won;
But George Bush had a different plan, and tried to stop Adam-son;
He placed his banjo down by Adam's feet, who fell face first in the grass;
But Adam jumped back up and said, "GW, kiss my ass!"
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children roam;
For there is joy in Beerville - mighty Adam had run home. |
* Please note the exact timing and personnel involved of everything in the 6th inning may not be correct, in fact I know some of it is wrong. You can blame this on Peter for not giving me the essential tools to do my job, as noted in the poem that I made up all by myself from scratch.
Some notes that I couldn't fit into the poem:
George's triple was truly a shot, one of the hardest hit balls this year. I stole a couple bases (although apparently 1 was a balk, but let's not get into specifics here). Justin stole another base to bring his team leading total to 8, including the second game. Mike N thieved one as well.
I'm told George gunned another runner, but the stats don't reflect it, and that's pretty much my torah. Also Justin picked off another runner or 2.
Justin really pitched a great game, striking out 4, while scattering 6 hits and 6 walks over 7 innings and allowing only 2 earned runs, earning him his first W of the season. Plus he plunked 3 guys, which is awesome.
And yes, I will be exploiting this homerun forever.
Game 1 Box Score --- Game 2 Box Score
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