Ludlow 16, McNeill's 4

Lost again. But whatever to that.

Night-time baseball, baby, under the lights. While it was hard to see, it was glorious playing in 65-degree weather. I hit the ball hard three times tonight. First time up, the goddamn pitcher made a really nice play to knock down what should've been a solid single up the middle. Second time I almost killed the third base coach with a scorcher of a foul ball. I ended up hitting the ball hard again, but not quite as hard as the scorcher, for a single. The mercy rule kicked in at the end of the 8th inning when one of the Ludlow players hit a three-run homer to finish us off. I would've led off the next inning. I get stranded a lot like that. It's a bummer, but when you bat 12th in a 13-player lineup, you don't get to bat that often. Especially on a team that doesn't hit so well. So only two trips to the plate. One-for-two. I'll take it. And I'm still thinking of that foul ball I really nailed. Goddamn, but it is fun to smoke a fastball like that.

Meanwhile, the Mets lost to the Atlanta "Suck Mine" Braves. I hate those guys. The game-winning hit came from Wilson "Speechum" Betimet, who has a nickname that still gives me cause to grin.