Before we get into the tournament recap, let’s acknowledge everyone who participated/contributed throughout the weekend to this worthy cause. This disease hits close to home as both Avery (daughter of Gord from the Diamondbacks) and Mac (son of Marty, an Admirals OG) are afflicted with CF. As Marty stated on Sunday afternoon, because of the fundraising efforts by people like Bob & Gord, CF research has made tremendous strides in the past decade and hopefully we will see a cure for this disease in our lifetime.
Earlier this summer, the Admirals inquired about this tournament and during their discussions with members of the Diamondbacks a wager was placed. If the Admirals and the Diamondback were to meet in the finals, each team would put up a case of beer. The Admirals never turn down an opportunity to drink free beer, so the wager was eagerly entered into.
With the tournament being on the August long weekend, the Admirals were unable to secure enough of their regular players to field a team, so they reached out to other players who might be interested. In the end, the Admirals supplemented their team with 3 call ups:
• Jason (friend of Ryan)
• Jon (teammate of Jomo from the Whitby league)
• JP (friend of Jomo, CF tournament OG, former CF tournament MVP from the early 2000's):
Game 1 on Saturday morning had the Admirals facing off against Rotten to the Core. When the Admirals jumped out to an early 7 run lead, they started to believe their opponents were true to their name. Except this is Slo-Pitch and a 7 run lead is never secure. The Admirals quickly learned that in Slo-Pitch, if you do not hit, it makes it extremely difficult to win. End result of game 1 was an early morning loss by the Admirals.
Between game 1 & 2, the good guys retreated to the parking lot and decided to consume a couple breakfast brews to take the edge off, or in the case of Mitch, to maintain his blood alcohol level from the previous 30 hours of no sleep.
Game 2 had the Admirals facing the Beer Buddies on the hardball diamond where the centerfield fence is 400 feet deep. Needless to say, no one from either team went yard in game 2. Once again, the Admirals were first to act and took an early 8 run lead. Resigned not to repeat the same mistake from game 1, the Admirals were determined to not let this lead slip away from them. Except that’s exactly what they did when the Beer Buddies plated runs in almost every subsequent inning and once again the Admirals decided to smack fly balls directly at their outfielders. For the second time in as many games, the Admirals snatched defeat from the grasps of victory.
Back in the parking lot, the Admirals came to the realisation that with 5 men’s teams entered into the tournament and only 4 teams advance to Sunday, they need to win at least 1 of their last two games to advance. Things were looking a bit bleak at this point as Mike “Poutine” Labrecque was not available to play in the two afternoon games on Saturday as he had to attend a wedding. In addition, game 3 was against the Diamondbacks who were very motivated to put a beating on the Admirals and regardless of the score of our game, they would not be going station to station on us. The Admirals knew that the Diamondbacks were the best men’s team they would face this weekend and with the two losses in the morning, there wasn’t a lot of confidence going into that game. On top of that, Mitch had other concerns at this point of the day. He was extremely concerned that there would not be enough beer remaining for the rest of the day. He continually offered to call his lady friend to encourage her to make a beer run on behalf of the team. Mitch’s concern was not shared by the rest of the team as at that time, this is what the Admirals beer cooler looked like:
Now I don't know if the absence Mike caused the Diamondbacks Wives Club to be less enthusiastic than usual or if the Admirals simply like the DBacks’ pitching or if the constant yipping from Mitch prevented the DBacks from getting into a groove, but the Admirals came alive in this game and put up enough runs to end the game early with a mercy victory over their frenemies.
With no break between games 3 and 4, the Admirals were right back at it against the Sons of Pitches. The Admirals’ bats stayed hot from the previous game and this game was never in doubt as the Admirals put up enough runs for their second mercy victory in a row.
With a 2-2 record to end the day, the Admirals had secured a spot in the Semi finals on Sunday morning. The team retreated back to the parking lot to rehydrate using the remaining cans of Coors Light and planned to regroup back on the fields at 11am Sunday.
Sunday morning, the Admirals learned that they had finished 3rd in the men’s pool and would face Rotten to the Core in their semi finals matchup, while the DBacks would face off against the Beer Buddies in the other semi finals matchup. The Admirals bench was a bit deeper for the semi finals as Marty "Close Only Counts in Horseshoes, Hand Grenades and Throws to him at First" Robertson was able to join us. And as an added bonus, his son Mac also joined us on the field. If you look at the post game stats, many say that Mac was a better pickup that Marty, especially when comparing batting average and on base percentage, but I digress… This game went back and forth for a few innings until the Admirals had their breakout inning and blew the game open. They were able to plate enough runs to end the semi finals game early with their 3rd mercy victory in a row.
With this victory, the Admirals had done their part to ensure the beer wager remained in place for the championship game, however the other semi finals game was still in progress. The DBacks started the bottom of the last inning trailing the Beer Buddies and loaded the bases with the winning run on 3rd and Jamie at the plate. As expected, Jamie hit a shot to left field driving in the winning run to ensure an Admirals vs DBacks championship game.
With a 90 minute break between the semis and finals, the Admirals once again retreated to the parking lot to increase their fluid intake and ensuring they were adequately hydrated for the championship game.
It was now time for the last game of the weekend. It was a win and drink all day in the parking lot or lose and give your ice cold beer away type game. The DBacks came into this game motivated as they had faced the Admirals three times in the past week and had yet to come away victorious. And to add insult to injury, Mike donned a long haired wig and tantalized the DBacks wives club with his flowing locks.
The Admirals held a very small lead through the first few innings and both teams knew that this game could be blown open at any time. Fortunately it was the Admirals who broke open the game with a 17 run inning to take a commanding lead. Facing their 4th mercy victory in a row, the umpires appealed to the DBacks to lay their bats down and call it a day. But the DBacks aren't a team that quits and decided to play all seven innings. The Dbacks took their final at bats in the bottom of the 7th, trailing by 20 runs.
Now some say Jomo was exhausted from being a courtesy runner for just about every Admiral throughout the game, some say Jomo felt sorry with the DBacks after losing to the Admirals three straight times in the past week, some say they have no idea what Jomo was doing out in left field during the bottom of the 7th... But Jomo proceeded to miss/drop the only two fly balls all weekend which allowed the DBacks to bat around and plate 9 runs to make the final score much closer. During the bottom of the 7th, a lot of the Admirals were scared that they were about to fall victim to a miracle come from behind victory similar to what they did to the DBacks a week ago.
Fortunately the Admirals pulled their shit together and secured the win and the tournament championship.
With that victory, the Admirals pulled off the four game sweep of the DBacks, and had enough beer to last for a while (almost to 9pm that night). One last time the Admirals retreated back to the parking lot to enjoy the spoils of their victory: an MVP award for Ryan, SPO windbreakers, medals, case of beer and best of all, the look on Jamie’s face when he had to deliver the beer.
A great time was had by all and the Admirals closed down the parking lot by 9pm that evening. Newly formed BFF's Mitch and Carlton departed a bit early as they had to attend a Mensa meeting that evening:
• Ryan wins the JP Hornbrook OG MVP award, named after our ace pitcher who won this same award 13 years ago.
• Home Runs hit by the following Admirals: Jason, Derek, Ryan X2
• Marty & Mac coming out to join us in the semis, Marty explaining how important this event is to the CF fight, only to bail on us before the championship game.
• Mike showing up on Sunday clean shaven. Was it because of the wedding from the night before or was he trying to charm the DBacks Wives Club???
• 152 beers (including the sweet, sweet 24 beers we won from the DBacks), plus some Whiskey from Ryan was consumed over the weekend.
• Mike’s negative influence got Sean craving that sweet nicotine by Sunday.
• Lu coming out for one game on Saturday only to walk to the plate, crush balls deep and sit back down while someone else ran for him.
• Great comradery between the DBacks & the Admirals:
After Poutine tantalized the Dbacks wives with his flowing locks, the Club have officially dubbed him Mike McDreamy:
When asked about how he felt about the moniker, Mike was quoted as saying: "Well, I sure hope it sticks! I think it fits way better than Poutine."
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