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Friday, July 27, 2012

Fish Fight Ferociously but Fall to Akamites, 22 - 17


It was a bitter loss tonight to the Akamites. We were flying pretty high in the bottom of the 2nd, and though the Akamites speedily rained on our parade we battled back in the bottom of the 3rd, but ultimately our lean mean fighting machine couldn't quite manage to kick the Akamites' butts as much as we'd hoped and dreamed.

We were a lean team tonight as we were missing some solid players: Savvily Savage, Scaldin' Elwell, Melty Butters Elwell, M Lo, Picklez Picazio, Valenti the Valiant, Hungry Like DeWolf--all were otherwise occupied. Still, we had with us 2 real live fans in the form of Hellie Dawg and the Laughlin Man, and we did so want to impress them by stomping all over the Akamites. And stomp we did--just not quite stompily enough.

It must be noted, though, that our bats were truly on fire. Everyone, excepting yours truly, >:P, got on base. Particular highlights include the back-to-back Abbate triples, and Evan's ground ball that he stretched into a home run. Doubles were had by Greg "Papa Bear" Dokshin, Butchiello Costello, and Tslammy Johnny Tsai; and snappy singles by Katie Rally-Cap Persons, Erin the H Bomb, and Richie Rich Wladkowski.

Afterward, some of us went to drown our sorrows at the Muddy and were treated to watching the Yankees roll over the Red So. I believe they heard of our loss somewhere in the 5th or 6th inning and simply lost the will to play on.

We end the 2012 season with 3 wins and 7 losses. Thus draws to a close what I am told by Charles "In Charge" Hale was either our 25th or possibly our 26th season as the illustrious MIT Press Catfish. This is a true landmark and I ask that you bow your head for one minute of silent reverence and awe.

In sum, thank you, Catfish Nation, for your love and support. We're getting all verklempt now just thinking about it. Please. Please, really, that's enough for now. We vow that we will make you even prouder next season.

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Monday, July 23, 2012

Fish Fall to Koch Blockers, 10 - 21


Another rough loss for the Fabulous Fishes, as we flopped against the Kock Blockers this past Friday. The 1st and 6th innings were what killed us, really. If you take those two away, the score reads much more nicely in our favor.

Highlights include Pickles Picazio's amazing catch (it was wicked high!) and usual hitting prowess; Melty Butters's 2, count them 2 home runs; John Tslammy Tsai's doubles and home run; JC Superstar Butchie's triple and other fine hits; MLo's sweetly smacked single; Hungry like DeWolf's single; Valenti The Valiant's authoritatively bashed single; The Savage's Savvy plays at 2nd; H Bomb's fine throw from home to 1st to make a crucial out; Kate "RallyWell"* Elwell's three singles, one in the top of the 7th to bolster our meager and lonesome shred of hope; Evan The Beast's high-flying hit; and Richie Rich the Nouveau Riche's stalwart standing by in right field. I as usual, was robbed of what could've, should've, would've been monster home runs. Those fiends!

Still, a grand time was had by all Fishes, because that is just our nature. We cheered them heartily at the  game's end, or rather JC Superstar cheered them solo with a hearty "Koch Blockers, Koch Blockers, they are real ball sockers!" Unfortunately the rest of us left him to make this cheer alone, because when he ran the cheer by us, his North Andover accent made that last word sound like something else, so we just couldn't bring ourselves to join in. But he has a mighty cheer and so I'm sure it sounded as if all 13 fishes were yelling in unison. 

H Bomb and I then dashed off to watch the Red Sox share in our heartbreak as they lost to Toronto, 6 - 1. Those dang Kanucks! 

Please join us next Friday, July 27, at 5:30, for our season closer against the Akamites. We've beat them before and we plan to beat them again. We'll be back on the astroturf. Please come share in our glory.

*Thanks to Savvily Savage for this clever moniker.

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Saturday, July 14, 2012

The BE Natural Killers: A Season Retrospective

Disclaimer: The author missed out on multiple beers last night and therefore never reached a state where he was able to dictate the forthcoming conclusion to unwilling Catfish listeners/innocent bystanders. Therefore, the author chooses this time to rabble on with mere coffee alone.

Rarely does a team trounce us four straight times (unless, of course, it was the season when we never won a game ... wait, that's a myth) but the BE Natural Killers had elements to them that stymied us for an entire season. As statistics show, if we played them one or two games more we *would* have won. If Johnny T wasn't running on one leg, if Butters didn't make that error in the second inning (OH the ERROR!), if yours truly didn't pull a Papi to first base ... well, the nitpicking will never end and yet it should. This last game was ours, and the next one certainly would have been, and then even the following game these guys would get re-named as the Natural Quilters as they'd be so domesticated. However, we must wait until next year, so let's see what four games against the Killers provided us for future preparation.

1) Unlike the first game's conclusion, where it seemed that everyone on the team was a juggernaut, it is quite apparent that the team really only has 2-3 strong hitters. There are a couple of other good hitters who can definitely get it to the outfield, in the gaps, and in places we wouldn't think to run to. But those 2-3 hitters are the ones who look like they've really played baseball before (re: tennis courts). I'm pretty sure we saw all of them in the first game, but as the summer wore on it dwindled to 2 and then to 1. These Killers go on vacation!

That's where we can strike them next year, since barely ANY of us (okay, okay ... I'm referring to non-teachers) miss a game due to relaxation. Eat, sleep, work, softball. If the Catfish keep a steady lineup, they can take down teams that are too busy holding the pina colada and palm tree leaf fan.

2) Their fielding is good, but not great. They've got some strong arms in the field, but they have to be able to scoop the ball to make plays. The 8'2" third baseman can get in front of the ball but he's not perfect across the diamond. The outfielders can't get to everything, and one of the left fielders actually crashed into the fence because he forgot it was there. The first baseman even warned us that some balls might go by him in practice, so an infield hit is not necessarily an out. If we can just get our bats in order, we can always make it a game against the Killers.

3) The Killers consist of all guys except for one lady who plays part-time. This is a point of contention every year, but I think I have determined the reason as to why the Killers allow this. Shot-in-the-Dark Hypothesis: The Killers draw strength from eye candy. They don't play their ladies, they would just rather look at them while they're in the field. Typical male chauvinist SCUM, but I think that next year we can stymie their Samson-like strategy. We get 3-4 Catfish guys who aren't at bat, throw fetching wigs on them, and stick them next to those Killers ladies. The conflicting beauty and repugnance (though which is which for whom, hmm?) will shatter whatever vibes the Killers in the field get from their non-participating team members. A-HA! Take on me! Plus, we'll get to see Matt Abbate in a wig. Well, think about this, it might work.

4) How to prevent runaway blasts to the outfield? Do what Kate and Judy did during the game yesterday: pitch low and pitch everywhere. From where I stood Kate never left the ball high enough to allow any shoulder-height swings for the Killers to attempt. They can be a wild swinging bunch, so to force them to hit low will result in three outcomes. They could hit a line drive (good hitters), dodgy grounders (so-so hitters), or crap (crap hitters). Judy's natural ability to keep hitters on their toes with creative pitches also helps, as batters will just want to hit the next thing that comes along. If that pitch is low, they'll swing. Give them little to work with and that will minimize the damage.

5) 22-4, 11-2, 13-4, 9-8. If we were to draw lines of best fit for each team's scores, the slope of line for the Killers would be decreasing and the slope of the line for the Catfish would be increasing. (/algebra) Folks, aside from that third game's dire 'first swing' mentality that kept the runs to a minimum, it is clear that as the season goes on the Fish bats and defense come alive. I know some people have individually stated they've gone to the cages during the season, but perhaps more people should consider it (I certainly am). Maybe we can come up with a list of places in the area that have actual cages for those at a loss? As for defense, seeing some excellent infield plays and outfield stops yesterday proves that with some practice we could arrive at such a point even earlier if we wanted to. Maybe next year we start up the optional defense/batting practices again before the first game.

We are a good team with good hitters, fielders, and cheerers. I'm not sure if anyone feels particularly down about losing four straight to the Killers, but know that the Killers have been put on notice. If we face them next year and they think they can just romp us over and over again, in the words of Judas Priest they've got anutha thing comin'! By the way, to further emphasize this point perhaps you could order some studded, black leather team jerseys for next year, Judy.

Fish Frighten Natural Killers, Force Them to Play Bottom of the Seventh


The Fish lost by just one run last night in what turned out to be the fiercest battle in the history of Kentucky Fried Softball.

We have nothing to be ashamed of, Fish: This was the team that beat us 22 - 4 on our first meeting! So we have clearly pulled ourselves up by our bootstraps to show them that we shall not go quietly into the Big Night-Night.

Our bats were on fire from the start as the scoreboard shows. Hits were had by nearly everyone, specifically Pickles Picazio (including a home run which we'll discuss again below), Tslammy Tsai, Melty Butters (two doubles and a home run!), John "JC Superstar" Costello, in his triumphant return, John "the Abbatoirist" Abbate, Evan "The Beast" Mauser, Marc "MLo" Lowenthal, and Rich "The Nouveau Riche" Wladkowski. And we would have had even more hits, had Savagely Savvy Christine Savage and Kate HitWell PitchWell nee Caldwell Elwell not been rudely burgled of their fine smacks.

Our defense was working like the finely fish-oiled machine that it has become, again as the scoreboard shows. The impenetrable-wall-of-fish-spirit was shown by H Bomb behind the plate, as she stopped a ball heaved from the outfield by her person. We once more had two double plays, in the first inning by Butters, The Menace, and Tslammy, and then in the third by Butters and the Menace on their own. I would almost give them the MVPeep award for this and force them to split it three ways. Or, to Butchie 007 Superstar Costello, for shining so brightly both in the field and behind the plate on his triumphant return from his fried-chicken-eating golf-playing back injury. But I cannot in good conscience give to anyone other than Ryan Pickles "MVPicazio,"* for his game extending 2-run home run in the top of the seventh. Crowds around the world felt this home run and cheered with us in their hearts, I believe. If you yourself felt a little lift in your step and a touch of optimism creeping in Friday night sometime around 7 or 7:15, you need no longer wonder at the mystery of it, for surely this is the cause.

And in this is our true victory, Fish: on Friday the 13th of July, in the year 2012, we frightened those Natural Killers, we chilled them to their bones! When we meet up with them next season, they will surely be shaken by this traumatic memory, and that's when we Fish will BRING THEM DOWN!

Please join us next Friday, July 20, when we play our pals the Koch Blockers on the "BB" field (which overlaps the men's baseball diamond, on Vassar Street).

*thank you to H Bomb Hasley for this moniker of cleverness.

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Friday, July 6, 2012

Fish Fried by BE Natural Killers, 13 - 4, But Vow Revenge


It was another heartbreaking evening in Catfish Nation as we lost to our natural enemies, the Biological Engineering Natural Killers. As the scoreboard shows, the game began auspiciously; Pickles Picazio started us off with a home run. What could possibly go wrong from there?

What went wrong was that our bats were rather reticent, terribly shy in fact. The only hits were had by the aforementioned Pickles, The Menace Dokshin, Tslammy Tsai, "Lil Commish [not so little anymore actually]" Eric Throop, and Marc "M Lo" Lowenthal. Erin "H Bomb" Hasley sacrificed herself for a crucial RBI (and this on her birthday, thus showing the true spirit of a Catfish).

Our defense, however, though this fact is belied by the scoreboard, was truly something to be proud of. We had no fewer than two double plays. All fish were defensively decisive: The Beast Mauser in the outfield, Tslammy at 3rd, Savagely Savvy Christine Savage at 2nd, H Bomb behind the plate, The Personablest of Persons at 2nd and short field, M Lo trying his hand at short stop, Richie Rich Wladkowski steadfast in right field, Lil Commish in the outfield, Erstwhile Commish Mark Throop pitching, alongside yours truly (Captain Batty)--we all had our fine moments. But the "Glove of Silver and Gold" award goes to Greg The Menace Dokshin, for his defensive domination and for making double plays look like a bit delicious piece of cake.

Ultimately, the Natural Killers killed us not with kindness but with their bats. We have vowed revenge: our plan to rise from the dead next Friday, same place, same time, and roll over them like one giant tsunami of fierce fishies. Please join us next week for this amazing spectacle of vengeance. If you can't make it to the field, you'll be sure to find us raising our plastic cups in victory at the Muddy Charles pub after the game. Fight on, Fishes!

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