Game 1 was ugly from the get-go, with Balls Deep spending most of their pregame warm ups attempting to cover up the too-literal team logo on their jerseys with spray paint, in an act of Commish-mandated censorship. It was ugly in the late innings as well, with the Empty Pitchers narrowly escaping the Mercy Rule, and falling by the final of 9-0.
Fielding a team of 5 guys and 5 ladies, the Pitchers’ lineup was about to take another hit, as Damian felt the cold sting of being on the wrong side of 30, and was hobbled in the first inning by a pulled hamstring. After playing some stubbornly statuesque CF, a few innings later he proved he doesn't yet have the wisdom of his years, stupidly attempting to leg out a routine grounder to the second basewoman and officially placing himself on the DL in the process*, and leading the Pitchers to suffer the indignity of accepting walk-on help from passerby Hot Cousin Javier.
Game 2 was at least a game, with the Pitchers posting a couple of runs in the first following doubles from Sam, Greg and Pete, and clung to that meager lead through five innings. Back patrolling center, Greg had a couple of nice put-outs from the outfield, and Koach K regaled the Coleman Oval boozers with her patented brand of left-field fly outs and one wicked amazing Willie Mays-esque grab in RCF.
It was the Pitchers’ first dual loss of the season, and many sorrows were drowned at Jeremy's that evening, as Damian tried to sell the team on his ability to beat Nicole at a foot race, Julie's dog-chewed mitt was put out to pasture, and Pete got his first taste of the sweetness that is a Styrofoam quart of beer.
* Don’t worry too much folks, he managed the postgame walk to the bar with plenty of pep in his step.
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