Archive of key posts from our inaugural season.
Reachers 2008 Season
Sked for first two Hastings Reachers (55+) games
Greetings, all. We've gotten the times for our first two games:
April 28 - 7:45: Moretrench vs Reachers (home). First base dugout.
May 5 - 9:00: Reachers (away) vs Francesco's. Third base dugout.
All games are played at Greenburgh's E. Rumbrook Park. It's right at the first exit north of Jackson Ave. on the Sprain Brook Pkwy. Turn right on Dobbs Ferry Road (Rte 100B) and go over the bridge over the Sprain. Then make a right on the access road to the park 30 feet west of, and parallel to, the southbound exit off the Sprain Brook Parkway.
We're going to try to bring the minimum amount of players (11) to each game so that no one has to sit, as you know, so please let me know by email — one way or the other — what you're availability will be for each of these games no later than the previous Thursday (i.e., April 24 for the 28th). That way, we'll have ample time to arrange for players from the reserve roster, if necessary, and to equitably rotate the regulars. It wouldn't hurt to have at least one extra player each week in the event of injury, of course, so feel free to root even if you're not scheduled to play. Should we, perhaps, designate a rotating third-base coach each game who could fill in if there's an injury? Your thoughts welcome.
The uniform shirts — black Ts with red lettering — should be here at the end of the week and I'll hand them out at the game.
We'll have a batting practice this Friday, April 25, at Zinsser at 2 p.m. for anyone who is able to make it. Robert and I expect to host these BPs throughout the season--generally, but not always, on Friday. We've done it by ourselves for years.
A few quick rules reminders:
*You start with a one-strike count.
*It's a no contact/no sliding league, except that you can slide back into a base. It's okay to overrun a base; you cannot be tagged out as long as you don't turn.
* You must run to the orange bag at first, and to the "fake" home plate five feet to the left of the real home, where the call will be made as if it's a force play. There are no tags at the plate.
* Only roster players and managers are allowed on the bench — NO EXCEPTIONS.
From what I saw at the organizational meeting, it looks like a good group of guys, and we know we've got a great group ourselves, so Robert and I are looking forward to a fun, injury- and controversy-free season. Thanks for being a part of it.
Game One - 4/28 - Info and Lineup
Just want to confirm that out first game is tomorrow, Monday, April 28, at 7:45 on the upper field at Greenburgh's E. Rumbrook Park. It's at the first exit north of Jackson Ave. on the Sprain Brook Pkwy. Turn right on Dobbs Ferry Road (Rte 100B) and go over the bridge over the Sprain. Then make a right on the access road to the park 30 feet west of, and parallel to, the southbound exit off the Sprain Brook Parkway.
Please be there at least by 7:15 to loosen up. I will also have your shirt.
If there's a question about the weather, call the Greenburgh Sport Info line at 761-1002 or 693-8985, ext. 135 after 3 p.m. Please keep this number handy for the season. I'll send out an email, as soon as I know what's going on, but only if I'm in my office.
Here's the lineup for the first game. (As we've mentioned before, only those who are playing on a given night need to show up, but feel free to come and watch, of course):
Baum, 2B
Dawkins, 1B
Pezzuto, RCF
Linkowski, 3B
Wertz, LCF
Lopez, SS
Griener, C
Gold, P
Bearnot, RF
Smith, DH
Forbes, LF
Jason Roif will be the 12th man at the game, available in case of injury. We'll get him an at bat, if possible.
Reachers Win innings 2-7, 4-2
(but lose game 9-4).
Some dazzling plays in the field tonight — including a nicely turned DP at the top of the seventh — were offset by bad hops and seeing-eye singles in the first inning, and we seemed to be drawn to hitting the ball to their shortstop all game, who played suspiciously like Derek Jeter with a grey wig. (Didn't the Yanks play tonight?)
We did adjust well to the old-guys rules — no contact or sliding except back to the base, running to the plate to the right of home as you approach it, starting with a 1-1 count (with an extra foul ball on the second strike). "Plays nicely with others," in other words. One thing we were not prepared for was the longer distance from the pitching rubber to the plate. It took a bit more patience when hitting, and Robert had to really stretch it out when pitching. He has already called the major carriers and cancelled all of Jason's airline reservations through late August.
NEXT GAME: Next Monday at 7:45. Same place: Rumbrook Upper (which is in GREAT shape, by the way, if you haven't played there recently). We're visitors, so we're on the third-base side. PLEASE LET ME KNOW BY THURSDAY if you you'll be able to make it or not.
MAKEUP GAME: THURSDAY, MAY 29, 7:45 p.m. This is the game that was cancelled last week.
I am going to be in California from May 17 -28, so will miss the game on Thursday, 5/22, which begins at 7:00 p.m. If you can give me an advance heads-up on your own availability for that game, Robert would much appreciate it. Here's how we've divvied things up: I take the heat; he buys the drinks <g>. Works for me.
Thanks to all; it was a lot of fun. As Ed Lopez said, "what could be better than playing ball under the lights on a Monday night."
Reachers Achieve
We blasted our way to a 13 - 3 victory last night with a six-run third and seven-run fourth. Everyone contributed handily, but Jason "Poncho" Roif stood out, skipping a league tennis match to not only baffle the Mac IIs with his Mach -2 arc but also going 2 for 3 at the plate with a walk and 4 RBI.
Next game is Thursday, May 22. Game starts at 7 p.m. We are the home team; first base dugout. Kevin Dawkins with be the field manager as Robert and I will both be otherwise engaged. We've got nine active roster players signed up and are awaiting word from a couple more. Here's who has committed:
Dawkins
Flaherty
Greiner
Linkowski
Roif
Wertz
Lopez
Tilly
Note: The makeup game on 5/29, I've been informed, will begin at 8:15, not 7:45.
Reachers Achieve ... Again
On May 22, 2008, at 6:52 PM, Kevin Dawkins wrote:
9-3 was the final tally, but the numbers only tell half the tale.
Father time tried his best to no-hit the short-handed and aging stars. But with only nine players, the Reachers exceeded their grasp once again.
The Purple Hamstring award went to Bob Bearnot, hobbled out of the box, but not before gathering three hits and a fistful of flyballs in leftfield. Ed collected three as well and then filled in as the emergency left fielder after Bob went down. Jason pitched a stellar seven innings to go 2-0 on the season. Steve Tilly got two and made the switch to shortstop in the re-configured array of defenders. Pete held down the hot corner with some nifty picks and had a couple of knocks as well. Lary hit two and scored two, despite the late inning move from behind the plate to first. Hitting a triple, scoring three times and flinging some leather in centerfield, Arch celebrated his return to the diamond after a three year hiatus, hitting as if he never left. Mark seemingly was on the bases every inning, tearing up the paths as Reacher after Reacher reached first base only to ask for a runner. He finished the night with a solid hit of his own. The manager managed a cheap hit but not much else at the plate, making the third out twice with the bases loaded. He did snare another line drive, only this time at second base. Geoff Schlaes worked out before the game, hungry for some action, but the medical staff nixed that idea. Nonetheless, he kept everyone well informed of when they could bring their bat to the fray.
When all the dust settled, the Reachers- despite a slew of injuries, new and old - smartly showed there's still more than a little life in their weary bones.
Thom & Robert... the boys did you proud tonight.
Nubbed Out
We lost a heartbreaker tonight when Mike Contrastano's Moretrench (and you thought "Reachers" was a weird name) scored two runs in the top of the seventh and held on to win 2-1. The first two Moretrenchers hit unplayable nubbers up the third-base line. Pete let the second one go foul but the ump — assisted by vocal cues from the Moretrench bench — ruled that he touched it. They did manage a couple of clean hits to score the runners.
Our bats were anemic tonight with some notable exceptions. Fred Wertz hit a double off the fence in the bottom of the seventh and had the only RBI with a sac fly in the third. Jim Pezzuto had two hits, as did Mike Flaherty. Mark Smith had a nice double in the left field gap, but neither Rick nor I could bring him home. Jason had the only other hit tonight, and scored our run. Mark and Steve only got up twice, which is unfortunate because both were stroking the bat nicely.
We had a few nice plays in the field, including an inning-ending Tilly-to-Bohm-to-Dawkins DP with the bases loaded to end the second.
Larry Greiner sped up the Sprain after working late to offer moral support in the seventh inning and is the leading candidate for the year-end Robert Gold Trophy for Over-the-Top Team Spirit.
The next game is Monday at 9. The following 11 have said they'll play; we may have to do some juggling as I'm not sure yet about the intentions of Arch (who hurt his hamstring playing hoops yesterday) and Ed.
Bohm
Bearnot
Dawkins
Forbes
Gold
Greiner
Linkowski
Pezzuto
Smith
Wertz
Tilly
Reachers Hit Our Stride
And our stride, it turns out, is 20 hits. (If only we had given Jason a few of them last week.)
We beat last year's league champs, the Greenwich Greys, 11-6. I believe they were 4-0 going into tonight's game, making it even sweeter.
Kevin Dawkins pitched a gem, assisted by some great plays in the field. Jim Pezzuto made a diving catch in right center, Pete Linkowski stopped a wicked shot at third that would have made Brooks proud, and Fred Wertz made the acrobatic play of the night with a dive to his left on a sinking liner with two outs and the bases loaded.
Mark Smith volunteered to be the 12th man and came off the bench to hit a key single in the fifth. Many Reachers had two hits; Jim had three, and Rick was on base three times with two hits and a walk. Pete stoked a clutch liner up the middle to knock in two key runs in the fourth, and Fred hit the left field fence for the second straight week. Someone picked up a stray bat after the game. It's Fred's. Don't let it get away.
The next game is Monday at 7:45. Please let me know ASAP if you're available or not. We had to do some juggling tonight. So far I know that Kevin is not available; Larry, Jim and Pete are.
Unless Robert overrules me on this, BP will be Friday at Zinsser at 12:30 p.m. for all who can make it. Onward!
Reachers Tilt Men of La Mancha
Ed Lopez looked like a vintage Electrolux at short, 478-Pete had the opposing pitcher's number (turning a triple into a double and a double into a single because of a pulled hammy), Arch Puritz whacked a home run and a triple (again, despite a tweaked hammy), Rick Bohm stroked three singles from the leadoff spot and Robert "Solid" Gold made a crafty, walkless return to the twilight mound in a 10 - 6 victory over Leo's La Manda's tonight. Our catching/DH duo tore up the pea patch: Mark Smith hit his spot in left center for two more singles, and Larry Greiner also finished at .666 for the night. Mike Flaherty, Fred Wertz and Jim Pezzuto also impressed the scouts, to be sure, but — like me — they leaned a bit more toward the intangibles this evening. Geoff Shlaes was the often overlooked, but vital, twelfth man and keeper of the books.
We've got a 10-day layoff to stretch out those hammies. Next game is Thursday, June 19 at 7 p.m. Please let me know if you can make it by next Monday.
I'll let you know about BP later this week; we've got to figure out when they're going to line the field for Little League.
Susan Waldman Has Agreed a Million Times
... And John Sterling has said it a million times. Maybe a million, five hundred and fifty-two thousand and thirty-one times. You can't predict slow-pitch softball.
The hero of tonight's game was a fellow who had visions of doing no more than pitching a little batting practice before settling back into the bench to ingratiate himself with his compadres by — as official keeper of the Reachers' scorebook — making even the most atrocious error of the enemy look like a scorching line drive. (Actually, guys, now that I look at the book, he just said he was doing it. <g> )
But one Reachers' stallwart [sic] was held up in Deegan traffic for two hours and got to Rumbrook just in time to take the field in his penny loafers. Then, when two other stalwarts failed to show (Robert "The Enforcer" Gold is attaching bank accounts even as I type), we were forced to press our voluntary 12th man, Geoff Shlaes, into action behind the plate despite his rehabilitating knees and recalcitrant quads. This allowed us to play our full complement of outfielders.
Jason Roif, returning to the the mound to hold his spot in the rotation, put himself in Geoff's hands and gave up a mere handful of hits over the evening. Geoff also stroked a line drive to center in he fifth (but alas was tossed out at first by a ne'er do well as he gamely trotted up the line). But wait, there's more: He added a key RBI on a fielder's choice in the sixth.
Ed Lopez, once he got his spikes on, led the hitting with a 3 for 4 night. Thom Forbes, Jim Pezzuto, Pete Linkowski and Steve Tilly both went 2 for 4. Robert "The Discerner" Gold gave the "Studebaker Clutch Hit of the Night" award to Bob Bearnot for keeping the sixth inning alive with a timely RBI double.
In the field, Rick Bohm turned a great pivot on a long-distance DP that started with 478-Pete and terminated with Robert "The Diver" Gold.
Oh yeah, we won, 9-3.
GREY MATTER. Robert spoke to Lary Griener today. He underwent surgery yesterday, and it was "pretty serious," Robert reports, with two incisions resulting in a cast from shoulder to wrist. Lary's on painkillers now, and will have to undergo some intensive re-hab once the healing takes hold. We missed his spirit — and bat — tonight, but look forawrd to seeing him on the sidelines soon.
Please, let me know ASAP if you can make it Monday at 9 for the game against Moretrench (we lost the first game 2-1 in the last inning). I know Bob B and Rick are in; Pete's going to rest his badly bruised quad.
Finally, emergencies and senior moments happen, but if there's any doubt you can make a game, please say so I can rustle up reserves to play instead. We had at least one waiting in the wings (in Putnam County) tonight.
Moretrench Buried
"The Reachers lit up the great ball orchard in Greenburgh this dusky and humid summer evening," observed Art Rust, Jr., who was covering the matchup tonight for Modern Maturity magazine. (Somebody tell Art it's now called AARP The Magazine, please). In fact, we defeated Moretrench — one of the two teams that beat us before we got our sea legs — by 7 - 4. 'Twas truly a team effort.
Mike "The Spook" Flaherty returned from his secret mission to rig something or other — the elections, oil, tackle? — to repeatedly lace the ball into the left center gap and would up on base four times, sending Jim Pezzuto, who was also on base four times immediately preceding him, scurrying around the diamond like a jitterbugging centipede. Jim scored thrice, in fact. The Reacher's left fielder caught no flies for the first time since 1982, but went 3 for 3 with some punch-and-Judy hitting to the right side (away from Mike Contrastano's trapdoor glove).
Alas, Moretrench's third baseman had a Clincher magnet of his own attached to his mitt, and it snared a series of scorchers hit by both Steve Tilly and Mark Smith, as well as one by DH Robert "Solid" Gold. He also robbed Bob Bearnot of a hit down the line, but the Doc struck back with a clutch RBI single in the sixth. Steve Tilly knock down several grounders headed toward the outfield and generally found Rick Bohm steadfastly on second for the force. Rick was also responsible for getting the go-ahead fifth inning rally going with a Bohm-classic liner up the middle.
Fred Wertz gobbled up all of the flies that tilted to the left tonight and Kevin Dawkins made the catch of the evening on a blistering liner to first back when the outcome of the game was still somewhat in doubt. Jason, as he does so routinely, quite simply baffled the opposing batters (except Charlie) with his patent-pending arc de triumph.
"Lose again we may never," opined Mark "Yogi Yoda" Smith, despite a chorus of shushes from the more superstitious among us (namely, me). In fact, we entered the night in second place, with a 5-2 record. Francesco's sat atop the standings at 5 -1. Their only loss was to us. We play them again next Monday at 7:45. Please tell me by Thursday, if possible, if you can make it.
BP is probable, but not definite, for Friday. More on that as a the week progresses.
What Happens When ...
What happens when you have a bunch of middle-aged men scanning the parking lot all night for a dame in an ice silver Audi R8 who has gams as graceful as Jimmy P. rounding third, as sweet as Rick B's stroke, as indomitable as Lary G's spirit? You get a bunch of old coots taking their eyes off the Clincher and getting their not-so-shapely behinds whupped, that's what.
Tell 'em, Mark. She's just a figment of your 'magination running away with you. She's an apparition, a sprite, a phantom. That sleek chassis is not coming. No how. At least for the likes of us. I'll leave it there.
Focus, boys, focus.
Robert "The Boss Gold has served notice that, for the sake of verisimilitude, I've got to throw a little negativity into these dispatches. Okay, then, I shall. We all sucked. 6-18 sucked. Except for all those guys who hit lines drives 'right at 'em, turned nifty DPs, patrolled the greensward with vigilance, had to pitch from the back rubber or just showed up.
As Alex Rodriquez so originally observed a few days ago, "Sometimes it's better to lose a blowout ..." Or, as our own Yoda Yogi might have been heard saying if he said it, "Tomorrow up the sun will come."
Next game is Thursday, July 10 at 7 p.m. Robert and Pete will be out. How about you?
And I sure do hope to get some BP in on Friday.
We May Have Been Lame ...
... but tonight we brought our game. It was an 11-1 blowout, and that sole Mac II run was unearned, dropping Jason's ERA into Mariano territory. Meanwhile, Arch, recovering from a bum leg, replaced a tardy Ed at short for the top of the first and so dazzled the old timers -- I heard comparisons to Zoilo Versailles -- that Ed subsequently begged to play elsewhere to observe. Ed's glove proved as nifty as always at third, and he went 2 for 3 with a walk. Arch also was 2 for 3 with a walk, including a booming opposite-field triple in the first that drove in two.
Jim Pezzuto was 3 for 4 as DH -- a position he was filling because of a knee injury sustained in last week's night of ignominy. Jim Cotter, who was feeling as spry as a colt in warm-ups, pinch ran after a Pezzuto double and pulled up short of third with a strained hammy while attempting to tag up. Once again, Geoff strode unto the breach when Jim went down, handling Jason the way Earl Battey used to work Mudcat Grant. He also used his keen eyes to collect an aptly named walk in the sixth. Kevin, playing with sore arches, was 2 for 3, as were Rick and Thom. Fred was 2 for 4, and also hit one of his patent-pending scorchers right at the third baseman's eyes. Jason also went 2 for 4. Bob made a couple of sweet catches in right and smacked a single down the line. Mark patrolled left center with aplomb, except for the time he was writing Chapter 3 in his head as a ball sailed over his head. As if Thom should talk, having badly misjudged a liner, then recovered, only to let it lamely -- there's that word again -- glance off his glove. And while we're following Robert's imperative to throw in a few negatives, I should point out that Arch actually popped out once. The old timers were aghast. So was Arch.
Next game is Monday at 9. Robert "Buzzy" Gold will be back from his scouting trip, and Arch, Bob and Rick told me they're in. Ed hopes to get there after a playoff game in Queens, and Jason says he'll leave his croquet-and-crumpets outing early if he has to. How about the rest of you gamers?
The 13 Score 9 at 9
There may be something more pathetic than a wizened graybeard tossing his bat and gloves and kicking up a storm all the way to the bench after being called out on a third strike, but I'd like to know what it is. Let's just say that Jason's scroogie was working tonight, the only run scoring because of a triple down the line that, if I had it to do over again, I would have played differently. Maybe better is the better word.
Actually, we played a stellar game defensively, particularly Ed and Pete on the left side of the infield, where most of the balls were hit. Jason made a Katt-like play on a roller, and Kevin came up with a nifty scoop at first. Steve took down a rightatcha liner in left center that would have sent a lesser utillyman (c) scurrying.
Most of us went 2 for 3 or 2 for 4; Ed and Kevin were 3 for 3. (These stats are according to the book, and the book never lies, although it is rumored to be extremely generous to children and old men.) Jason's double over the left fielder's head, plating (quick poll: do you hate that gerund as much as I do?) two, and Fred's screaming liner down the line were particularly memorable tonight. Let's not forget Bob Bearnot's hustle on his swinging bunt, which got the tide-shifting, five-run fifth going. Also fit for the scrapbook: Mark lining a single to Smith Valley to keep the rally going, and Jimmy coming off the bench to pinch hit an RBI single despite possessing three-quarters of a pair of knees. Robert "The Bad Luck Kid" Gold, nursing a bad knee, launched one to center, but advance scouting did him in. Geoff filled in behind the plate in the last frame and, in the scorebook of my mind, closed the game out by gunning down the Four Corner's youngest buck trying to steal second. Speaking of speed, Rick's best play of the night, I think, was scoring from second on a hard single to short center.
All in all, a 9-1 victory. Next game is Thursday, July 24 at 7 p.m., against the Greenwich Greys who, you may recall, have a manager who makes Lou Pinella look mellower than me. Arch and Kevin are traveling far afield. Maybe they'll run into Mike.
How about you? Anyone for BP on Friday?
Monday at 6:30, Boys, Against LaManda's
Bob Bearnot and Robert Gold are out. Jim's a maybe. Mark and Mike Flaherty are down in ink. How about the rest of you?
Tonight? We hit decently. They hit decadently. We'll win the rubber game in the finals.
Enjoy the weekend.
Reachers Back on Track
Let's look past Fred's (3 for 3 at leadoff) blast into the left field net, Arch's (2 for 3) fourth consecutive game with a triple, Mike's two sac flies (and a single), Mark's Smith-Valley single to set up the icebreaking run, and a two-hit night (legit) from Pete, Jason, Steve and Thom.
Let's look past Jason's knuckle swerve finding its groove after a night at the Coney Island Carousel.
What really impressed the fans in the stands — both of them — was the crisp fielding. Arch with a dazzling shuffle pass to Steve at second on a ball up the middle (among other stabs). Kevin ending the game with a pick on a short-hopper. Ed tracking down a couple of screaming line drives in right. Pete and Steve turning a key DP. Fred racing in for a line drive. Me tumbling over backwards to pick off a misjudged liner that would have been the ONLY error of the game. And a welcome back to Jim, who kept us churning around third and was one out away from tearing up the pea patch in his final at bat.
Alls I'm saying is I'd be looking over my shoulder if I took the night off. We looked ... groovy.
The final game of the regular season is next Monday at 9 p.m. against a pretty good CASA. Then it's single elimination playoff time. Pete's iffy; Jim's away on business; Rick's on vacation. Mark, Arch, Mike, Robert and Thom are in. What about you?
BP by appointment only; hours flexible.
Heroics on the Gritiron
That's what it was tonight. True grit. Big pitches in the clutch. Two-out RBIs. Daring — though sometimes idiotic (by me) — base-running. Impeccable fielding when we needed it. Where to begin? How about at the beginning ...
"Top of the first. Mac II is threatening. Men on first and second, nobody out. Dawkins checks the fan base, winds, delivers. It's a hard shot to Linkowski. He fires to Baum for one, a bullet on to Tilly. Double play! But wait! Nudnick's rounding third and is heading for home. Smith is flailing his arms. Tilly fires. Got 'em. I don't believe it! A triple play. The Reachers get out of it unscathed! Have you ever seen any thing like it, Geoff?"
"Well, actually, we were playing this game on a sandlot in Beverly Hills one beautiful Southern Cal day when John Wayne's son, Buster ... "
And then there was the top of the fourth inning, when it appeared for a moment that Kevin was reciting Chaucer and and the ump was hearing 50 Cent.
"Forbes has called time from his left field position and he's ambling in to the mound. He's looking Dawkins square in the eye. He clearly want to know what he's made of. Can you pick up what he's saying, Geoff?"
"I think I can, Scooter. Yep. He just asked Dawkins if he had anything left. 'Think you can get this guy, kid?, he said.' "
"'I can get him, Mr. Forbes.,' Dawkins said. He's staring right back at Forbes, Scooter, with nary a blink. 'Just give me one more batter,' he said."
So what does Kevin do? He closes out the inning without any further damage, that's what he does. Then we come back in the bottom on the inning and, down 5-1, whale the cork out of the Clincher, scoring five big ones to take a 6-5 lead.
And who should appear on the mound in the top of the inning to close it out? Robert "My Life's Too Short To Box With Fate" Gold, ready to gut it out on the long-toss rubber. And he does just that, picking up his first save of the season with a crafty array of inside spitballs and quick pitches.
All of these stalwarts — not to mention Arch, Ed, Fred and Bob, all of whom had timely hits tonight — are candidates for the Brazen Cojones award.
But I think all of those in attendance (as well as those who were not) will agree that the coveted Brazen Cajones has to go to the ace of our looney-bin, Jason Roif, who was sitting in his Lexus the whole time, with Groucho eyeglasses and a mustache covering his mug. Don't ask why (because it may have something to do with the unyielding, stern, hard-assed policies of the manager). But even as we appeared to be in dire jeopardy of entering what Bob Murphy used to call the Honeydew Season ("Honey, do this"; "Honey, do that"), Jason sat pat, his faith in his elders unshaken, only revealing his presence at the post-game handshaking rite.
Final score: 16 - 8.
See you Monday for an 8:15 start against the Greenwich Greys, boys. We've beat them once; let's do it again. Let me know if you can make it; I know Arch, Jason, Robert, Jim P. and Ed can.
It's Time To ...
... catch up on Jack Reacher <http://www.leechild.com/>.
As for me, I'm at a loss for words tonight. A 5 - 2 loss is heartening after our last outing against the Greys, but disheartening because, in our hearts, we know we could have taken them with a few more hits.
I'd just like to thank you all for making this season so much fun. Winning as much as we did was a bonus. But now that we know the lay of the land, I think we can take it all next year and, more importantly, keep the camaraderie going.
Special thanks to my consigliere, Robert "Solid" Gold. And special regrets to Lary Griener who, I hope, will emerge from his painful rehab and be back with us on the field in the spring.
I'll be back to you shortly, I hope, with a proposed BBQ date so we can hoist a few, tell tall tales, and balance out the bank account.
What a Bunch of Mugs
Front row (l to r): Ed Lopez, Robert Gold, Lary Greiner, Thom Forbes, Geoff Shlaes.
Back row Jim Pezzuto, Jason Roif, Fred Wertz, Steve Tilly, Bruce Smith, Kevin Dawkins, Pete Linkowski, Arch Puritz, Rick Bohm, Bob Bearnot
Not pictured: Mike Flaherty, Jim Cotter, Ken Rotner, Harry Stein, Joe Spieler, Jock Jones
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