13 Nov 2004

Game 3 :
The oldies were all psyched up to win and not allowed themselves to be swept. They badly needed this win and it showed when they got up to bat in the first inning, taking a 3 run lead from the first few batters. Then Cool Papa showed up, and it all fell apart. There was too much pressure on the oldies and they sucummbed to it. The newbies yet again put up an amazing display of singles hitting, advancing their runners slowly but surely, taking it base by base to score. The newbies had tied the score by the bottom of the 2nd, and the oldies just disintegrated. The score and mood were reflected by the oldies bats, all their bats were down, no one could hit, and even when they did, their liners were plucked out of the sky by Rube at 3rd or the Tan brothers, respectively at RF and LF. The oldies defense could do nothing as hit after hit fell from the sky, blooped into the most inaccessible locations.

Final Score : New Chappies win : Old Foggies lose

Game 4:
The oldies final chance to deliver the goods, can they pull off the miracle? Oldies took home, though on retrospect, they played in the wrong field, the oldies should have moved either to the old school corner (Where it all started) or to the legendary corner instead of our usual corner. Instead, they chose to lay their diamond on the new school corner. They paid the price for it, dropping down to a 11-2 lead by the fourth. The newbies outfield certainly earned their pay that evening, running down every ball and killing every rally. The oldies bats were silent, the players subdued. Then it rained. The baseball gods looked down upon us and decided to give their older worshippers a chance. The cleansing rain fell from the skies, washing away the oldies pain and misery, washing away the 3 game loss and literally washing away the 11-2 lead from the newbies. The oldies came out with a vengence. This was old school ball. This was how ball was played every saturday, come rain or shine, saturday softballers took the field, we played through rain and snow and sleet, we played if there were 8, we played when there were 28, we played every saturday. The rain came down thick and hard, soaking gloves, misting up glasses, flooding boots. The newbies had never experienced games in this weather, because the recent trend of saturday softball is to call the game when it dripped from the sky. The oldies rallied to 14-13, one run behind, 3 more innings to go. Then the rain stopped, and the rally collapsed. Rube - Windmill - Cool Papa, came up to bat, and the newbies took back a comfortable buffer to 18-13. The oldies, feeling the inevitable loss, rallied hard one more time, their bats making one last cry for victory. They were stopped, short, by just one person. One left fielder, playing with barely any light remaining, plucked every ball from the sky, catching 4 balls in a row(the newbies elected not to hit at the bottom of the 8th) to execute the coup de gras, hammering the final nail into the coffin of the old foggies.

MBP : Beyonce

Final Score : New Chappies 18 : Old Foggies 13