It was cold, windy, and altogether gray up in the rolling hills of the Berkshires. The Tufts-Williams game had gotten delayed until Sunday Morning so we arrived beneath the clouded sky to watch Tufts prevail. The weather was not baseball weather, it felt more like it was Thanksgiving and we were partaking in some sort of annual Turkey Bowl football game. But nonetheless we donned our vegas gold and white and looked to cement ourselves as back-to-back NESCAC champions.
It was mother's day, and many of our families were there to watch complete and utter baseball magic, just as the sun broke through an almost opaque cloud cover. The game started out rocky with Tufts jumping out to an early 2-0 lead. And all of a sudden the game was moving too fast and we weren't moving fast enough. But through patience and determination we scored a run in the sixth and the seventh; then in the bottom of the eighth we found ourselves thriving on the challenge of coming from behind, again. A couple of baserunners, a perfect bunt, and some very good "eyes" and the bases were loaded with 1 out as one of our fearless leaders, Sean Killeen, stepped to the plate.
I couldn't say enough about this kid. Watching him hit resembles that of a professional hitter, his hands are quick to the ball and his compact swing is efficient and effective. Earlier in the year Killeen stepped to the plate against Tufts in the bottom of the ninth and blasted a ball over the right center field fence of our own Campus Field. So again, he toed the batters box and eyed another opportunity to push us over the finish line.
The clouds broke, the sun poured over the field, covering us in the true sunlight that baseball is meant to be played under. The ball floated towards home plate and the bat met the ball with explosive force. The wind was slicing across the field blowing towards right field. Earlier in the game, Sean had hit an opposite field home run, blasting the ball up into the jet stream and it flew over the right center field wall. The wind had been dictating the distances of the ball, and we all knew for anyone to the hit a home run over the left field wall they would have put an absolute charge into that little white pill.
And then it happened, and Sean knew it when he hit it. The ball scorched across the backdrop of the wooded mountains, it careened towards the sky, arching high toward the left field fence. Sean looked towards the bench pumping his fists, and doing the "gator clap" that we've now adopted as our team celebration when a home run is hit. It dropped behind the left field wall, disappearing with resounding finality. We met Sean at home and celebrated as I think everyone on the team lost their voice.
This game ended, and it marked the next step to a return towards Wisconsin. And somewhere beneath that sun and above those clouds she was cheering.
Congrats guys, it was a helluva win, let's show everyone why you shouldn't mess with the third seed.
Be safe, Thanks Moms
It was mother's day, and many of our families were there to watch complete and utter baseball magic, just as the sun broke through an almost opaque cloud cover. The game started out rocky with Tufts jumping out to an early 2-0 lead. And all of a sudden the game was moving too fast and we weren't moving fast enough. But through patience and determination we scored a run in the sixth and the seventh; then in the bottom of the eighth we found ourselves thriving on the challenge of coming from behind, again. A couple of baserunners, a perfect bunt, and some very good "eyes" and the bases were loaded with 1 out as one of our fearless leaders, Sean Killeen, stepped to the plate.
I couldn't say enough about this kid. Watching him hit resembles that of a professional hitter, his hands are quick to the ball and his compact swing is efficient and effective. Earlier in the year Killeen stepped to the plate against Tufts in the bottom of the ninth and blasted a ball over the right center field fence of our own Campus Field. So again, he toed the batters box and eyed another opportunity to push us over the finish line.
The clouds broke, the sun poured over the field, covering us in the true sunlight that baseball is meant to be played under. The ball floated towards home plate and the bat met the ball with explosive force. The wind was slicing across the field blowing towards right field. Earlier in the game, Sean had hit an opposite field home run, blasting the ball up into the jet stream and it flew over the right center field wall. The wind had been dictating the distances of the ball, and we all knew for anyone to the hit a home run over the left field wall they would have put an absolute charge into that little white pill.
And then it happened, and Sean knew it when he hit it. The ball scorched across the backdrop of the wooded mountains, it careened towards the sky, arching high toward the left field fence. Sean looked towards the bench pumping his fists, and doing the "gator clap" that we've now adopted as our team celebration when a home run is hit. It dropped behind the left field wall, disappearing with resounding finality. We met Sean at home and celebrated as I think everyone on the team lost their voice.
This game ended, and it marked the next step to a return towards Wisconsin. And somewhere beneath that sun and above those clouds she was cheering.
Congrats guys, it was a helluva win, let's show everyone why you shouldn't mess with the third seed.
Be safe, Thanks Moms
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