The morning after

The torch has been passed. The new generation of softball players have proven their worth, they have showed their steel. They have taken the old folks out to the ballpark and handed them a can of whupass to go with their dentures. The nursing home in Florida awaits. As Paul so tactfully put it "What else is there to play for". What else is there to play for for the oldies? They not only lost, they lost badly. They were swept under the rug, they were humiliated and disgraced by a decisive 4 game win. Their bats were laid to rest, their gloves dismantled, their pride.... their pride and their hearts have been stomped on.
The new generation certainly played well, no doubt about it. Though the odds seemed overwhelming for them to win, they stuck it out, played good fundamental softball, and won the day (or days). The oldies proved once again (after the ghost of Lloyd's Kids) that swinging for the fences gets you nowhere, that singles can win the game, that pride cometh before the fall, that no victory is assured, that the ball is round, the bat is round and if you don't hit the ball square, you will pop up. Experience does not always win over youth, speed kills and if the redsox can win the world series, anything can happen.
As a "legendary" player from the second generation, I must say I'm proud of the new guys. There are no more "new" and "old" players. The lines have been blurred. Everyone is a Saturday Softball Player. The legacy carries on. That is the finest thing about our game, players may come and go, but the spirit lives on.
Now if only someone can get us on the Inter Faculty Tournament so that we can win another medal and put the other ghost to rest.