Good day everyone Scoops Jockovitch here after a lengthy high anus, sorry, hiatus of broken jars, a dalliance with A Net and recovering from what I’ve been told is a global pandemic. I’m pretty sure Chip had the Covid and used my jar as a Kleenex receptacle.
Nonetheless we battle thru, as does your Storm thru what has been another exciting season within the WMSPL. This last game saw the Orangemen facing the Playlisters themselves the lads that Crew together Brew together for the season finale for both teams. According to those eggheads that are interested in such things as statistics and standings, this game could mean a lot to both squads. With a victory the Storm would move into 1st place ahead of the…………A’s ( had to take my time there) and if the Barley Boys pulled out a win they would leap into 4th place ( better seeding in the playoffs) However, to quote the only man whose starred in a Soap Opera and was a pop sensation, Rick Springfield “ The point was probably moot” As the …………A’s take on the Buellers later this week and can nail down first with a win.
But a game must be played…and it was. The Stormies started strong, some may say too strong, scoring 4 in the first based around 2 over the fencers by the BK and THE BOB ( was this not a show in the 80’s? If not it should be). Those two Mr. Simpsons would stand for quite awhile as that motley Crew wouldn’t hit one until the 6th. And speaking of 6 ( wonderful segue there!) the motley Crew kick started their hearts with a max 6 in the first with some solid "hit it where they ain’t” hitting. End of the first Crew 6 Storm 4
Top O’ the second saw the Tank Engine help his own pitching cause by nailing a triple to the wall only to be driven in by the “ Space” man with a solid single to his favourite field. Big Daddy D matched the Tanks 3 bagger and the Pylons cashed in 3 to retake the lead. Some solid D and some pinpoint lobbing of the ball by the Tank held the Malted ones to a solid 0 calories. 7-6 Storm
In the 3rd, the game started, like my 4ths wife cold dry heart, to open up a bit. With 7 straight hits the Hommes d’orange cashed in the Max and despite THE BOB becoming the sacrificial lamb having to play 3rd base due to roster shortages your lads in tight pants kept the Brown Bottles to just 3 runs - Storm remain ahead 13-9
The 4th would see each team swap ( insert your own joke hear) a pair of runs with THE BOB still being picked on at 3 and Rick O’Shea forgetting what a routine double play looks like. Storm 14 - Crew 11
To the 5th we Kgo and an Kunfortunate series of Kevents was starting to take Kplace. Hindered by their 2 early Mr. Simpsons, Big Daddy D was suffering from what can only be medical called Overt Whifftitis. In layman’s Kterms swinging and really missing the ball. Previous innings saw huge individual Kexamples of Overt Whiffitis but in the 5th Big Daddy D became Big Daddy K. A sight even rarer than hearing the mating squeals of the North American Fisher ( Pekania pennanti,Fisher Sound https://en.
The 6th saw some interesting defence maneuvers by the Orange infield. A soft roller up the first base line saw the Tank engine chug his way over to the line, snag the ball and run around the Space Man to beat the runner to first. The rare 1-1 put out. This was not the first creative play involving the Space Man as earlier he juggled a ball on his glove almost all the way over to second base before flipping a lame duck to BK covering second , only to have that duck pop out of the glove and lie quite dead on dirt. Our lads squoze out a threesome to pad their lead while holding the Crew to a single run. 19-14 heading to the 7th.
The 7th for your Occluded Ones saw Rick O’Shea leg out a double and Big Daddy K redeem himself with a very angry HR ( the ball could be heard screaming in fear as it disappeared into the inky night! Scoring 4 and being up 9 going into the bottom of the 7th the Storm felt they had a strong leg to stand on for victory. However, the Crew felt differently about that leg as they did their best to take The Tank Engine's leg out. A hard line shot up the middle saw the ball careen off the Tanks right leg. His teammates concern for his well being as he lied on the ground like a premier soccer player, was so overwhelming the didn’t play the ball until after the batter had reached 1st. With a lot of intestinal fortitude and even more Tylenol once he got home the Tank carried on and the Storm shut down the Crew to only 3 runs cementing a victory and a very solid season.
Final score 23-17
Will the…………..A’s pull out a victory over the Buellers to take first, only time will tell ( and with the A’s time is ALWAYS a factor)
This has been Scoops Jockovitch intrepid sports reporter!
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Boxscore | ||||||||
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Total |
Storm | 4 | 3 | 6 | 2 | 1 | 3 | 4 | 23 |
The Crew | 6 | 0 | 3 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 3 | 17 |
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