B(etter) E(nd it) N(ow)

As the desperate screams of "Suki", "Suki" faded into the golden haze of a glorious spring morning (and alas, no Suki materialized because no Suki ever materializes), game three's hurler du jour stepped up to the mound.  Earlier, our boys had overcome a stinging grand slam off the gefilte-fish arm of "K" Mosser to take a confident lead in the seventh.  All eyes were on Washington Township's Big Ben Montague, who with a two run lead in the bottom of the eighth was poised to lead his squad to victory.  But, tragically, it was not to be.  A Gattling Gun couldn't have sprayed a deadlier array of singles, doubles and triples (to say nothing of Complete Pete "the Mountain" Berwald's towering grand slam) onto the field.  A Mister Kurt (?) could be heard sobbing, "the horror, the horror".  When the PVC particles settled, eight more runs had been added to the visitor's scorecard and our noble boys, speechless and heartsick, continued to wish themselves out of existence!

Oh, yeah... Dave Bush's mighty stick was responsible for the earlier salami, Hans gave up his first run ever, Dave Eldridge ran a %$#@#@ fielding clinic and Glen Cebulash continued on his tireless march to be named "Most Improved" player for the third year in a row.  The stats are piling up ladies, but don't stand, please, I just came in to wash my hands!

Keep those bats tumescent and we'll see you, next week, on the asphalt!