My police scanner today picked up a report of Fire Island peace officers responding to complaints of a nekkid man chanting and dancing on the beach. As I watched the morning's rain clouds dissipate, I knew this was not business as usual, as some of you may have surmised, and reached Robert "Solid" Gold on the party line in his vacation cabin. Robert, who claims he was wearing his jock strap whilst performing the Flatbush Ave. Sun Dance on our behalf, says he can't believe anybody called the cops in the first place.
Speaking of first place, we're a long way from it. Indeed, we failed to cement our hold on fourth this evening with a heartbreaker. Franceso's came from behind and pulled out a 7 - 6 win in the bottom of the seventh. We were blanked from the third inning on despite some well-hit shots that were snared with circus catches or smacked right at 'em. Wayne, Ed, Steve and Rick each had two hits. Nice game overall, except for the loss.
Now, about next Monday at 6:30. I know that Robert, Arch, Kevin are out. Mark, who came off IR and did yogiman duty today for a couple of innings while Arch navigated the Cross Bronx, should rest his back. Rick is doubtful. Please let me know if you're available or not ASAP.