Sept. 30, 2017: A day that will live in improbability

A virtually insurmountable 1-0 lead by the Vans on Saturday was, beyond all forms of logic and reason, undone by a two-run explosion in the sixth. Adrian, hobbled by recent finger surgery, was taken advantage of by the type of ruthless opportunism one should expect from the OW&A. The Halens won 3-2.

Sun Tzu would be proud.

The outcome would have been much altered had not:

1. The Vans left the bases loaded on several occasions.

2. Dewey not been robbed by Eric of several deep hits.

The Vans drove in a run in the ninth to make the Halens sweat some but that cry of hope was made quiet by muted bats.

A rookie, too, was broken in. Andrew (not to be confused with the older, taller Andy) accounted for two singles in his initial outing. After a thorough explanation of the rules (follow by an apology for such obfuscation) the younger Andrew faced pitchers with aplomb. On the mound, he learned to count on his finely tuned and sure-handed oufield. At his homecoming dance tonight, Andrew is sure to spend the entire night talking about our endeavors.

In lieu of offense, we did learn the distance of a double (58 feet), triple (77 feet) and at-fence home run (94 feet). The mound sits 35 feet from the box. This research was brought to us by Eric who produced scientific equipment and a thirst for knowledge to get us to this frontier.

In attendance: Dewey, Hans, J.D. and Mark for the Halens; Adrian, Andrew, Eric, Kurt and Pete for the Vans.

Weather conditions: God smiled on our corner of Ohio. Asking for anything better would be criminal.