Thunderstorms bookended the men’s softball championship game on Monday, though it probably would not have prevented the Slugs and Pounders from duking it out on the diamond.
After the Batgirls lost to the Moms in the women’s softball championship in 2014, Rae Zarou, shortstop for the Batgirls, made a definitive statement that resembled the likes of sporting greats Joe Namath and Muhammad Ali.
If they weren’t playing for anything, they wouldn’t be keeping score.
While all the attention seemed to be focused on the Amphitheater, the Hall of Philosophy and Bratton Theater during Week Seven, a dramatic performance was also playing out on Sharpe Field. Four teams in the men’s league contended for softball supremacy in a week long bout of comebacks and generational rivalries.
After a storied, undefeated season of crushing wins and incredible comebacks, the Batgirls finally succumbed to the Moms in a 14-8 defeat last Thursday, proving once again that, even in softball, mothers know best.
A breeze off the lake lifted dust from the third base line. The sun peeking through the dust lent the entire scene a golden light, like a staged and faded Daguerreotype scene captured by an antique camera obscura. With a few more handlebar mustaches, it could have been the turn of the century. [w/ SLIDESHOW]
The MOMS are the champions, my friends, but the Batgirls kept fighting until the end.
The cracking of bats and crackling thunder punctuated the humid air around Sharpe Field last Friday evening.
Mother-daughter relationships can be complicated. One moment is harmonious, the next a psychodramatic contest of wills. Sometimes what they need is an objective observer — an umpire, for example.
Libby Duryea braces herself against the fence and folds her leg up behind her, the toe of her shoe skyward, her calf flat against the back of her thigh. She looks out onto Sharpe Field. Her focus is best described as the cliché “game face.”