dead men tell no tales...
...and drink no wine, and are therefore no good at parties
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Long Live the Heart Foundation!
Still alive, bitches.
After losing last week, the first loss in a double-elimination tournament, we faced elimination twice tonight. First, against the Non-Athletics, a team we'd beat many times between this year and last. A 20-something-to-single-digits win, and we had to play again against Joe Boo's Rum / The College Studs.
We fucking hate these guys.
Tight game all around, neck-and-neck with a handful of lead changes. In the bottom of the fifth, playing right field, with a 15-13 lead, I committed a heinous fielding error that, between the play itself and the fact that it should have been the second out, and runs were scored after the actual second out, allowed JBR/TCS to score 4 runs and take a 17-15 lead.
Going into the top of the sixth, with mere minutes on the clock, we had to score or face elimination at the hand of... if such a thing exists in D-level softball... our most fierce rivals. A handful of key hits ties the game for us, and yours truly steps up to the dish with two outs and speedy Brent on second base.
Game-winning RBI, muthafuckaaaaas!
Felt good, too. After a 1-2-3 bottom of the sixth, we took the victory at 18-17. Next Tuesday at 6:30 we play the East Bay Dirt Merchants. If we win, we have to play them again at 7:45 for the title, since they've yet to lose a game in the tournament. WEEEE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, OF THE LOSERS!!