Sunday, August 25, 2013

Heartbroken & Happy


We did not win the championship.

Titans - 12  BOMBERS - 8
Titans - 21  BOMBERS - 6

I am both heartbroken and happy, basically for the same reason - my teammates.

I'm sad that we lost, of course. I wanted this one. I'm not getting any younger and the ability for me to influence what happens, in any way, is slipping out of my grasp. I'm now officially an old sub. I can't control my own destiny from the bench. That probably won't improve next year, barring some sort of fountain of softball youth being discovered. I only played one inning on the field and had one plate appearance (a base on balls with game two well beyond salvaging.)

(I don't have any bad feelings about being on the bench, by the way. Everybody wants to play, so I do, too, but my manager did what he thought was right and what he thought would give us the best chance to win. I've been a manager myself for way too many seasons to start sulking about a managerial decision. It's a team game, and I trust my teammates and my manager. And Jack, my manager, is a great guy, a fair guy, and a fine judge of talent. No complaints about Jack, ever.)

Anyway, I'm heartbroken FOR my teammates and I'm happy BECAUSE OF my teammates. Lots of them gave me the big handshake or a hug, after the game, and told me they wanted to win it FOR ME, and... Fuck, it makes me misty right now while I'm writing this. I truly believe two or three of these guys wanted to win it for me more than they did themselves. How could I not feel utterly blessed to have teammates like that?

I love you all, guys.

Game one was competitive. The Titans got out to a 4 - 0 lead in the first, but we came back to tie it in the third. After that, they went up 8 - 4, then 10 - 4, we got it back to 10 - 7, then it went to 12 - 7, we scored one in the 7th to make it 12 - 8, had two men on, but couldn't get any more.

Game two was a disaster. We took a 1 - 0 lead in the first inning, on Mark Preziosi's 8th home run of the season. Robbie Costello, who gave us three innings of good relief in game one, started game two, and he felt he was getting squeezed. I tend to agree. There were a few excellent pitches of his, across the batter's knees, that weren't called, leading to 3 walks in the second (sandwiched around a single) that tied it.

Same sort of thing in the third. It looked to me as though he had a definite third strike on a batter, which would have given us two outs, but it was called a ball. Then Robbie tried to be finer and the hitter stroked a three-run homer.

(I really try not to blame things on the umpiring. Hell, we lost 21 - 6. That's not all bad calls. That's bad fielding, dead bats, and everything BUT poor umpiring. But it really did seem Robbie didn't get the breaks. And I consider the guy behind the plate in that game the best ump in the league, and I'm willing to concede maybe we wanted the calls so much we might have seen things in a rosier light. Still, we probably should have had one or two of those calls, and saving one of those innings could have made a difference.)

Nothing else to say about the games. The quicker I forget about them, the better. I've still got a season ongoing at M Street on weeknights, so no time to wallow in self-pity.


Single-season records broken or tied:

Big Jay Atton set a record for W-L% for a pitcher by going 10 and 2 (.833), breaking Robbie Costello's 4 and 1 (.800) from last season. Big Jay also broke the lifetime mark for pitching victories with 38, and took over the lifetime team lead in RBI.

Pat Atton scored 35 runs, tying Scott Sarro's record from 1997.

Both Pat and I broke Mike Martin's record for bases on balls (17, in 2004). I had 18. Pat had an amazing 21.

Final record broken was an obscure one. Tom Resor is currently in a streak of 166 plate appearances without a strikeout. Jay Atton held the record previously with 156.

(I'll give a complete listing of all current Bomber records in a few weeks, after my other season is over.)

Let me say it again: I'm blessed beyond belief to still be playing at my age and to have such great teammates.

BOMBERS Statistics


Soon.


16 comments:

Barbara Shallue said...

I'm sorry you didn't win the championship, but what an awesome experience playing with guys who care about you so much!

Michelle H. said...

Sorry about the championship. But, really, isn't playing on a team with such great guys making you feel like a champion every year? (I know it isn't the same, but perhaps it can still be just as fulfilling.)

Lowandslow said...

You're a lucky man, and I think you know it. Congratulations on a fine season. Treasure those memories. :)

S

Buck said...

My condolences. But, as you' said... the experience was fulfilling. You can't ask for much more than that. Yeah, I know you CAN ask for more, but...

Next year, even if time is growing short.

Daryl said...

aw .. dont feel that way ... its doing it that counts .. being part of the/a team no matter what role you play ... hugs

messymimi said...

It's hard to lose, and especially when it's such great guys losing. You are all winners in my book for giving it all you had, and having such an amazing season. Until next year!

CiCi said...

You have a good attitude, a true team player. Hope you get to warm the bench years from now, maybe they will bring in a rocking chair for you some day.

(not necessarily your) Uncle Skip, said...

Well, shucks!
You're all champions in my book, because you're the good guys (and I've met ya), you can still smile after the game, and enjoy the idea of team.

Three Hundred Sixty Five said...

Still made it to the championships, and you had a great time with people who care about each other. Sounds like a win to me......

Three Hundred Sixty Five said...

Still made it to the championships, and you had a great time with people who care about each other. Sounds like a win to me......

Sandy Kessler said...

good stuff- -here cheer you up..I just heard from a 20 yr old planning his end of life celebration-- Sobering.


I was at a bar the other night and overheard three very hefty women talking at the bar. Their accent appeared to be Scottish, so I approached and asked, "Hello, are you three lassies from Scotland?" One of them angrily screeched, "It's Wales, Wales you bloody idiot!"
So I apologized and replied, "I am so sorry. Are you three whales from Scotland?"
…And that's the last thing I remember.

Babs said...

Okay, I love your blog, and your writing, but I'm afraid this time I saw: sad, crying...blah blah blah baseball, blah blah, lose lol....
Don't take it personal really, I am sorry for your loss, I just can't force baseball lingo in the middle of these gray cells :)

Chris said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
Chris said...

I think you should continue the fine Boston tradition pioneered by Wade Boggs and Raymond Bourque and forsake the team with whom you've toiled for years in order to leech onto a championship franchise. To wit . . . sign with the Titans.

I'm kidding, of course. I know you're better than that.

Sandi McBride said...

I can see you dashing a tear from your eye and slugging a team mate playfully on the arm...there is always next year. Go get 'em Tiger
Sandi

Craig said...

What Michelle said. . .

But, I'm still pullin' for ya. . .

And, @Chris - To say nothing of Earl Wilson (or, who knows, Jose Iglesias). . .

;)