That score above is no lie, my friends.
In quite possibly the most exciting game in the Cannons' three-year history, the perennial under-achievers/alcoholics - they of the 4-14 won-lost record - defeated the No. 1 god-damned team in the division, the 14-1 Finishers.
We hit the ball - home runs by Scotty and Buchs. We played some solid, solid defence - two clutch fly balls caught by Sean; two key outs tossed by Kels at 3rd and one by Chris at shortstop, and two pick'em-outta-the-dirt snags at first base by yours truly.
We had two straight three-up-three-down innings, too, for those scoring at home.
With a 9-7 lead in the bottom of the seventh and final inning, we - of course - almost Cannon-ed ourselves, putting two runners on base with no outs. But then Kels made a hard throw to first to nail one batter - on a play that I thought would be a base hit. That runner was a quick one. Good thing Kels has an arm on her.
Then Seaner caught a frozen rope to rightfield, setting up the next play, which will most likely be remembered from here on out simply as The Catch.
Up by just one run, with two runners in scoring position, Finishers mouthy second baseman sent a pop fly down the left-field line. It didn't look like Scotty was gonna make it to the ball - he's quick but there was a lot of ground to cover. For a moment I thought 'Dammit, this is the ball game right here.'
They would have scored at least one - and probably both - of the runners, thus handing us another loss.
But then Scott dove and somehow snagged the fucking ball out of the sky.
Three outs. (Or three potatoes in the sack, as Bucholtz says). Turns out I was right - that hit was the ball game after all.
"I think it's safe to say we finished off the Finishers." - Scott
Nice job guys.
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