The Morning Report on Game 5, filed by Manager Emeritus, Ron "Crazy Pants" Goldwyn:
We got raked over in this one, 11-4, and it was our own rake. The sun shone bright o'er our sloppy Belmont home, but the Belmont stakes were strictly for the mudders. Brian Donlen and Tom Hickey were the MPPs, the mud-puddle plowmen who devoted their pregame warmup time to sweeping and raking sludge from home plate, near second, and the third base swamp. Others assisted, and the rake was supplied by sub-sub-skip Ronaldo. Donlen showed his no-warmup chops with three hits and an rbi in our not-quite-comeback 5th inning rally. George Miller hit a three-run-something to RIGHT field in the first inning - there was a slogjam down at third base before a wild throw allowed laggards, coach-heeders and head-down barrellers to score. ChrisYasiejko pitched a solid CG, Mike Galan played a terrific third base, tying a world's record with three assists on three tough ground balls in the scoreless fourth.Two hits each for Rakeup Hickey, Dapper Dan Rubin and the estimable BJ Clark, plus three solid smacks by newcomer Julie Dugan -- all of which showcased the sadly excellent fielding skills of the Bishopric Eleven and a half. (Foe-skip Denise Schmalbach developed a 21st century childcare system by handing off her lil darlin during each at-bat to various nurturing teammates, and virtually attracting DHS casemonitoring by reaching base in the second and eschewing her kid). We were in it, until we weren't. A three-run deficit turned to seven in the final frame. But the turning point was bringing that rake, and thereby eliminatingthe possibility of a mudshine postponement. And seriously folks, the Collarallos were superb in thefield, proving out the old CCSL maxim, make the easy plays and you win. Our playas - Hickey, Rubin, Donlen, Miller, Clark, John Hall, Kerry O'Connor, Yasiejko, Dugan, Galan,Tom DiNardo dh, Ellen Kenney keeping most of the pitches out of the slop. Ed, you'll get a swing tonight, so please come out smokin'. Injured reserve -- Brennan (who almost showed up too late to be injured) and Goldwyn (who was rewarded for full participation with a Miller smash off the shin in 3b coaching box). And this time, actual beer, including a craft-forged aluminum can of some kind of ale. We do it again Tuesday on one of those Dairy fields -Bob will supply the magic number (2 or 4). If the weather outside is frightful, Ford in absentia will be insightful, relaying whatever the heck sub-sub-skiptells him to. We play the Art Museum, a credible club that has drawn a 1-3 mark. And heads-up -- no game next week because of Memorial Day scheduling limitations (that's why we were scheduled to play two this week).
Whew. Thanks, Ron for that report.
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