Suffice to say I am making a handwritten sign tomorrow, for use whenever anybody asks, that reads "WHY YES, I CERTAINLY DID GET A LOT OF SUN THIS WEEKEND."
Also, picture this:
College-league baseball. Wahconah Park. Truly magical night of baseball. Runner on second. Batter hits a bloopy grounder to shortstop, who, with the help of the third baseman, traps the second base runner between second and third and tags him out in the classic 'rundown' play. (The rundown is also known as a pickle, or, if you're Red Barber, "Oh doctor, that was a dilly of a pickle!")
BUT WAIT! IT DOESN'T STOP THERE!
The batter, having reached first base, witnesses this rundown on the other side of the field, while slowly creeping towards second. As a result, he's in between both bases by the time the pickle is over, and the fielders notice this, so they toss the ball to the second baseman who, with the help of the first baseman, traps the batter in a pickle and tags him out too.
That's right: On Saturday night, we witnessed a double pickle double play. Combined with a truly mind-boggling home run to end the first game of the double header, the entire night's proceedings may very well have been the BEST MOMENTS OF BASEBALL I SAW WITH MY OWN EYES EVER.
And that's not including the toilet plunger toss or the impromptu choreographed infield dance display.
