eddie calls it a campfire song

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We swept a double header on Tuesday night, and I had one of the wierdest nights at the plate ever. I was 1/3 on the night with 7 walks. So that's a really good on base percentage, but it was a bit of a frustrating night, because I would have liked to swing a bit more.

We play in the state tournament tomorrow night at 6:00 p.m. in Moline, MI.

gimme shelter

Saw her bring the house down with this song one late night at Cornerstone in 1999 (I think).

With Dave.

Ten years, it's been, my friend. Miss ya.

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A lot of fastball (that's the Canadian term for fast-pitch softball) has been played since I last wrote. Seven games actually. We won five of them and lost two. I was 9/23 (.433) with one very long home-run (7), which I'm going to tell you about, because it occurred to me after I hit it that I will very likely never hit a softball that far again the rest of my life. I'm 41, remember.

The right-field fence on the diamond we were playing on was 275', which is actually long for fastball (they're usually 235'-260'). About fifteen paces beyond the right-field fence, there's a picnic shelter/roofed pavilion. The 2-0 pitch I hit landed at the peak of the roof. My coach said he thought it went 350'.

The next morning, leading off our game, someone from our dugout yelled, "Let's go, Pavilion." As I'm batting, the umpire laughed and said, "Pavilion... I like that. I got to tell the story of your home-run over beer last night."

So no matter what happens, there's always going to be that one time I hit a colossal bomb onto the picnic pavilion in Frankenmuth. Which is nice.

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p.s. I'm not even sure it was the longest home-run of the tournament. I saw three others that went, what I thought was, at least as far. But they didn't land on the roof of anything.