They Drank Our Milkshake.

Well, A’s,

At least consistency is a virtue.  A little bit of bad luck turned another hard-fought game into another entry in the L column.  Oil Barons 17, A’s 9.

Hats off to MVP Pickypants and really-probably-should-have-been-co-MVP Pat Frey, who both had great days at the plate.

[Disclaimer: I don’t have the memory-jogging benefit of the scorebook this morning, so the rundown may contain factual errors and/or glaring omissions.]  As per usual, our opponents jumped out to a 4-run lead on the strength of an unforeseeably monster jack from their left-fielder, but we wasted no time evening things up with a good first inning that saw three runs plated by the colossal knock of our own Mike “I’m Shipping Up to Boston” Tartaglia (in related news: Mike, I hope you’re ready to get sick of that song).  But the first inning came at a cost—Scott’s ass.  While chasing down an overthrow, Sanderson’s seat hit the pavement and the pavement won, sidelining the clumsy veteran with what team doctors described as a “gluteal contusion”.  Note that this does not stop Scott from singling in the second.  We close the gap a bit with some clutch hitting, including a triple from Frey, but the jerks score four more in the third, and we remain behind.

Late in the game, our aggressive baserunning showed itself to be a double-edged sword.  Little Babe Ruth motored around the paths to score, but our rally died when the Oil Baron throw reached the plate before the sliding Wertz (also, PSA—don’t leave your bat in front of the plate), who in her mercy chose not to go all Pete Rose on the guy, although I sort of suspect The Wertz deep down in her core totally wanted to.  Defensive shout-outs are in order for Jennifer Wunderkind for her quick reflexes at second and Kathleen for making a couple of good throws from the hot corner (note for non-baseball nerds: “hot corner” = third base).  To summarize the last few innings: they score a couple more (bastards!), we hit a bunch of line drives right into their gloves, and then we shook hands.

We’re right back on the horse on Thursday against Nicky’s Knockers (my guess: Jehovah’s Witnesses).  6:30 in one of the usual spots.  Please sponsor the beverages if you haven’t already.  Let me know if you plan on playing.

Effing A,

Alex