Who the hell plays softball in 40 degree weather during the month ofNovember? Finn McCools that's who. On a not so toasty evening in San Mateo a mostly sober crew pulled it together and won the 1st chipper for the new sponsor. Beating an old rival in a nail biter and then going ahead and topping that game with a comeback for the ages. The best line that summed it up was veteran 1st sacker Bryan "Jesus, is that thing evergoing to land" McKevitt rallying the troops during both games with "It's no secret why we're here". Good words my man.
As with any review of a championship team goes we start at the top. Field General Mark "the missing Coors Light twin" Schaukowitch put together a motley crew of hooligans and hot chicks. In trying to get a sound byte from the coach in the parking lot after the game I was met with screeching tires and a challenge to beat him to the bar. His line-up juggling and strong skills of fielding balls with his head turned towards the sky truly was the driving force behind this chipper.
The catcher for this drive to the championship was Jamie H. Following up her successful Rookie of the Year campaign in SSF she came up with the most clutch at-bat of her young career. Beating out a grounder inthe bottom of the 7th to extend the inning was by far the most important at-bat of the evening. Atta girl. Pitching for Finn's this evening was none other than Andy "I cant coach 3rd I have to rest" Dunning. Since he is a caveman and doesn't have email access we can rip all we want........but we won't. His 2 run gem against CBG cannot be put into words. You had to be there. Watching him hobble around the bases and take until he got a strike reminded me why Lions eat their young.
Picking errant throws and blasting moon shots @ 1st base was none other than McKevitt. While putting his cleats up for the off season he clearly stated why he is so successful in this game "They pitch it to you underhanded so...ya know what the fuck". Snaring hot shots and generally starting a rally when it was needed was none other than Tess "WTF"Pajarillo. In asking her what the trick was for her smacking the ball all over the park she simply stated "I whip my bf with a tree branch inthe back while he does the dishes and it sharpens my batting eye." Take note ladies. El Capitan of the infield was Shock with his steady glove and his cool headed approach. When defiance needed to be showed towards an umpire who couldn't make a call there was Shock offering a olive branch of peace by slowly rolling the ball to the umpire. A born leader. The hot corner was patrolled by our own fiery pistol Annette.Whether it be gracefully stabbing line drives or driving up our fan attendance with a wink and a smile this gal shows up to play. A key free agent acquisition during the summer.
Roaming the corner outfield positions were Diana and J-Lo fo sho.Whether it was D flashing her cannon and keeping folks from taking the extra base or Janice doing her best impression of Kung Fu-Matrix-Corkey from Life Goes On while trying to field a line drive there is never a dull moment with these gals. The middle of the outfield seemed to be where hits go to die. Whether its Richie serving up a little "What can brown do for you?" with his sure glove and timely hitting or Joe "Wheres the fire" Perna passing off his veteran wisdom to the younger players about recliner chairs and switch hitting. Often there is no words to describe a player who brings his A-game for the playoffs, but what good ol' Mike "Peck-Peck" Peckham brought on this crisp Wednesday evening was beyond words. Whether it was his sound assessment of his at-bats....I believe gay was how he described it......or his all out hustle to dive for flyballs without an open mitt. He definitely brought the right stuff to push this group over the hump.
"We are the Champions, my friends"
As with any review of a championship team goes we start at the top. Field General Mark "the missing Coors Light twin" Schaukowitch put together a motley crew of hooligans and hot chicks. In trying to get a sound byte from the coach in the parking lot after the game I was met with screeching tires and a challenge to beat him to the bar. His line-up juggling and strong skills of fielding balls with his head turned towards the sky truly was the driving force behind this chipper.
The catcher for this drive to the championship was Jamie H. Following up her successful Rookie of the Year campaign in SSF she came up with the most clutch at-bat of her young career. Beating out a grounder inthe bottom of the 7th to extend the inning was by far the most important at-bat of the evening. Atta girl. Pitching for Finn's this evening was none other than Andy "I cant coach 3rd I have to rest" Dunning. Since he is a caveman and doesn't have email access we can rip all we want........but we won't. His 2 run gem against CBG cannot be put into words. You had to be there. Watching him hobble around the bases and take until he got a strike reminded me why Lions eat their young.
Picking errant throws and blasting moon shots @ 1st base was none other than McKevitt. While putting his cleats up for the off season he clearly stated why he is so successful in this game "They pitch it to you underhanded so...ya know what the fuck". Snaring hot shots and generally starting a rally when it was needed was none other than Tess "WTF"Pajarillo. In asking her what the trick was for her smacking the ball all over the park she simply stated "I whip my bf with a tree branch inthe back while he does the dishes and it sharpens my batting eye." Take note ladies. El Capitan of the infield was Shock with his steady glove and his cool headed approach. When defiance needed to be showed towards an umpire who couldn't make a call there was Shock offering a olive branch of peace by slowly rolling the ball to the umpire. A born leader. The hot corner was patrolled by our own fiery pistol Annette.Whether it be gracefully stabbing line drives or driving up our fan attendance with a wink and a smile this gal shows up to play. A key free agent acquisition during the summer.
Roaming the corner outfield positions were Diana and J-Lo fo sho.Whether it was D flashing her cannon and keeping folks from taking the extra base or Janice doing her best impression of Kung Fu-Matrix-Corkey from Life Goes On while trying to field a line drive there is never a dull moment with these gals. The middle of the outfield seemed to be where hits go to die. Whether its Richie serving up a little "What can brown do for you?" with his sure glove and timely hitting or Joe "Wheres the fire" Perna passing off his veteran wisdom to the younger players about recliner chairs and switch hitting. Often there is no words to describe a player who brings his A-game for the playoffs, but what good ol' Mike "Peck-Peck" Peckham brought on this crisp Wednesday evening was beyond words. Whether it was his sound assessment of his at-bats....I believe gay was how he described it......or his all out hustle to dive for flyballs without an open mitt. He definitely brought the right stuff to push this group over the hump.
"We are the Champions, my friends"
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