29ERS Ride Solid Pitching in Win Over Cleaners

LAST GAME RESULTS

29TH ST 29ERS

9

RICHMOND CLEANERS

5

RECAP: That was one hell of a fun game.  I mean, that *felt* like a real baseball game.  To start, that majestic ass hawk that landed on top of our "dugout" really might have been some kind of omen.  Or the spirit of DiMaggio.  I'm gonna get tangential for a moment, but I started thinking about birds and realized that after the game I was downtown off 6th street peeing in an alley and when I looked down I was pissing all over this poor lame pigeon. :( Damn.  But that hawk gave us the courage to face their pitcher who . . . WAIT.  Now, when I looked at the standings before the game, The Cleaners were sitting at 4-6, and a win would have put them at 5-6, comfortably in the mix for third place.  So why then did they wake up and decide that "Duncan" should be the one to face one of the best teams in the league?  Was it bad management?  Some kind of element of surprise-like tactic?  Beats me, but we jumped on him early, even if we were collectively a bit over-eager on his very Dave Gardnerian approach.  A few runs in the first was mostly all Bobby needed to cruise to his CG win, and Zack's big 2-RBI single in the top of the ninth gave us the little insurance we needed when it got tight at the end.

Good job everybody in adjusting to Cameron's much faster pace after facing Duncan, we were able to string together a few hits and kind of frustrate him just a little.  I know cuz I saw the vein in his neck shamrock kind of bubble up a little bit.

PLAYER OF THE GAME: The hawk.  And by the hawk I mean I gotta go Bobby on this one.  Renz tossed 9 innings against one of the tougher (their W/L notwithstanding) teams in the league.  They are known for being gritty players who usually make you make the play on them, and Bobby calmly sat down one after another, striking out 13 while walking 3 and plunking a couple.  Clearly Bobby is turning into our "big game" pitcher -- the guy you go to when you need a win, or the pitcher whom who trust to keep you close against the more competitive clubs.  This blog post is not funny at all, I'm sorry, I'm hungover and strangely sentimental right now.

PLAY OF THE GAME: My brain is still trying to figure this one out, so I'll do the best I can to recount what the f*ck happened on the nearly double pickle.  Guys on second and third.  Two-hop shot to Ricky at short, who made a ballsy throw home in front of the runner trying to score.  Lunchbox ran him back to third, and while this was happening, the runner from second was almost on third, so you had two guys kind of hung-up.  Lunchbox throws back to Dave at third, who throws back to Lunchbox, and at this point the runner is practically back to the bag, but NOW Mott or whatever is trying to get back to second, so Brandon throws to me about 3/4ths of the way to third, and the runner breaks for the plate again, so Dave kinda fades down the line with him and I lead him with a pass-like throw, and he tags the runner, THEN turns and there's fire, LITERALLY FIRE, burning in his eyes as he looks to second because he is HUNGRY FOR OUTS and "Mott" is scurrying back to the bag.  Colin was approaching the base from right field and it is likely that if Dave burned it to him they would have had him out by a good margin, but I think at that point everyone needed to stop and scratch their heads because WHAT THE F%CK HAPPENED ON THAT PLAY --- if you're keeping score I think that was a 6-2-5-2-4-5.  My brain hurts trying to think about it, but also it's the whip-it hangover :(

LAME OF THE GAME: Louie.  He insisted that he could "hobble" to first, but team physician Craig would have none of it.  He still suited up dutifully and captured this video of Will that I've already watched close to 50 times, because I'm barely even alive and have the mental capacity of a retarded baby right now.

DRUNK ASS WILL OF THE GAME: Drunk ass Will.  Even that fuckin hawk could smell the tequila remnants on his breath.  I said something about having to take a piss and he's all, "That's baseball" --- Will broke the game down, and life itself really, into two simple words.  Never forget, guys, "That's baseball."  Also, he had this to say:

You got it, man

LOLOLOLOLOLOL 4EVR: 

Pictured: Will "The Tequila Ragdoll" Buss

STATS

NEXT GAME

We got a bye week, so enjoy the time off.  We will probably do some sort of practicing this coming weekend, but everyone should try to take it a little easy.  That means baths and massages from your girlfriends.

Our next real game is June 29 at Mission St. Dealers.  You can be assured they will be hungry to beat us in the rematch and are fighting hard to stay in good position to make the playoffs.  You will probably face Flowers.  If Louie rehabs all right, he will get the start.

Now I'm going to crawl into bed and hate myself :(