Nineteen teams participated at $30 a pop and the sidelot of the church took on a carnival atmosphere.
The crowds were large and loud as the corner of 29th Street and Blackburn Avenue became an attention-grabbing scene. We’re glad nobody had any fender-benders and only one car was hit by a fouled wiffle ball (sorry Dana). There was plenty of honking from folks who simply wished they were out there being kids again.
L-Train was dropped into the loser’s bracket by Chick fil-A’s amazing comeback from a 6-0 deficit in their first game. But L-Train blasted its way through the loser’s bracket and beat the Orange Slush twice by 1-0 scores (the knuckler kept them mostly in the park).
LaLonde was the MVP although the Lynches made mom and dad (Bob and Jo Etta) proud from their seats in right field. The family stayed all day and the tournament went from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.
L-Train was a worthy champion (as predicted, you may recall, by The Swami earlier last week). My prediction of Amy Compston’s team being one not to watch? Uh, yes, right on again. They failed to score in two games, including a seven-inning extra inning affair in the tournament opener.
It was so much fun I’d do it again next weekend if I weren’t so sore.
There was no bickering and no bad sportsmanship but there was a whole lot of fun. That was the name of the game. And, I have to tell you, it’s still fun hitting a home run in wiffle ball – even at the age of 55.
The biggest winner was the mission cause. Saturday’s donations pushed the total past the $20,000 mark with two months remaining before Amy Compston runs a 50-mile ultra marathon on Nov. 2.
We had a marathon day of our own Saturday, complete with some memory-jarring home runs.
I bet we’ll have them standing in line to play next year.
MARK MAYNARD can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or (606) 326-2648.