
A game so good gets two write-ups and this one is a bit long winded. Save yourself the trouble and just look at the photos.

Like so many journeys in life, this game was not about how it ended but instead how we all got there.




At the conclusion of the parade, the faithful slowly made their way through the gates into the marginal confines of Hunter S. Thompson Memorial Greens. Hosting and participating always offers a unique challenge and it is only amplified on wifftravaganza days. My jibber and jabber was broken by the unified call for action. Game on. Oh game on.







The 7th saw the Lagers’ Ace, The Surgeon, command the mound 1-2-3, over. Ox continued his dominance blanking another series of Lagers’ at bats. Still 4-3, visitors crashing the party.














A BIG THANK YOU TO KAELA FOR KEEPING STATS AND WITHSTANDING THE ELEMENTS (stats to be uploaded within 4 months) AND THE WIDOWS OF WIFFLE FOR KEEPING A COUPLE EYES ON THE KIDDIES AND LEAVING MY HOUSE LOOKING TIP TOP.

Just your typical rainy day blow-out in the world of seriously ridiculous fun.
HR BECK - awaiting redemption.
ps I lost the bidding war for another bat, they kick you when you are down.

At first glance, the dimensions appear to favor the long ball. However, the relative low elevation in comparison to Lincoln combines with the tall fence to shutdown most would be pops. In addition, a slight elevation change along the right field fence raises the difficulty and a nasty maple rigorously defends the right field line line.
Straight away center lies 88 feet from the plate and also benefits from a slight rise. As a promotion for this season, any homer to hit the small building behind the fence will be rewarded with a Miller High Life (or purple Gatorade for non consumers). Should this homer actually knock over the building, the offer will not stand.
The left field corner sits 77 ft from the plate where the fence meets the building. There is a loosely defined portion of the building that juts into fair territory. Generally every game the definition of what is actually fair changes. Two small triangles in the left corner and center constitute the only triple zones at HST. Anything that hits the fence is a ground ruled double.
The pitcher sits atop a flat "mound" that benefits from the natural slope and hurls off a piece of native Fair Haven slate. The owner is said to have played high school ball for the "Slaters". HST is required by unwritten law to always have music in the not so dug-out. The present owners have pledged to not sell the naming rights, though offers and especially generous bribes are accepted.
Apologies upfront for the distinct lack of a recap.






Until the next wiffle,
HOT ROD.

In case you didn't already know, I like the wiffle quite a bit. There should be no question of the dedication of the LowBall faithful after yesterday's game. In near freezing temperatures, in intermittent drizzle, a host of the old school wifflers showed up and fought through a game of epic proportions. In true LowBall fashion, the teams were randomly drawn at the start of the game, pitting the Loggers (Trot, Ox, The Surgeon, Unit, Wingman, Sharp) against the Lagers (Hot Rod, Lonichiro, J-Mac).
Temperatures at Gapbridge were at just about bone shattering levels. Wiffle balls were cracking in practice and hands were constantly numb. Only the truly brave or insane play in conditions like this, while I would like to say I am mostly the former, I believe most would conclude the latter.
The front nine played out with the Loggers leading 15 to 11. Ox was on fire, knocking 3 balls out of the park and standing strong on the mound. The pitching was on point with a total of eleven one and dones being recorded in the first half of the game. Honestly, it was so cold I don't remember much else, other than me getting thumped for 5 runs.


Leading by a mere 1 run, the Lagers looked to pad their lead in the bottom of the inning but faced a focused Unit. After holding strong, the Loggers came into the 18th down by one and down to their last three outs. Hot Rod was on the mound, having recorded 13 K's on the day, but giving up 10 runs. Ox drove a shot to the left field corner that LonIchiro was able to run under and snag for the first out. Unit got walked and the winning run arrived at the plate in newcomer Sharp. Sharp made contact sending a ground ball to right, Beck dove off the mound, snagging the grounder, flipping it to Lon on the mound, who quickly converted it into a game ending double play. A fitting way to end a great communal battle, with the only play in wiffle that actually involves two players. The Lagers retained rights to the trophy 29-28, but everyone won.

























