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Ron Fimrite
October 06, 1986
Let it be recorded here that on this past Mother's Day and the day after, Les Lapins Sauvages, the slo-pitch softball team that more or less represents the Washington Square Bar & Grill of San Francisco, became the first team of any description to play games on successive days (and within 24 hours) in Boston's Fenway Park and Chicago's Wrigley Field. So—you may inquire—what? But think about it. Fenway opened for business in the American League in 1912, and Wrigley, also known as "the Friendly Confines," turned up in the National League four years later. And it was not until May of 1986 that any one team had ever been in both almost at the same time.
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October 06, 1986

An Old Softball Player Looks Back At The Good, The Bad And The Ugly

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I sat out most of the game but kept my-self busy warming up our leftfielder, Steve Cox, a lawyer, between innings. Cox was another one I could throw to, but when shortfielder Jerry McGrath, a stockbroker, unexpectedly called for the ball, my throw to him soared toward Lake Michigan. I had no chances in the Wrigley infield, thank heavens. And I got on base once on an error.

Les Lapins Sauvages and our vanquished opponents repaired to a jolly tavern just outside Wrigley's centerfield bleachers, for a few postgame beers. I was emotionally drained but, outwardly at least, in good spirits. My mind was made up. This was the end. I held a glass aloft with my traitorous arm and toasted my own decisiveness.

I know I'll miss the game. All of us retired players do. Slo-pitch Softball has given me some wonderful moments. I think. The trouble is, when I look back, all I can remember are ground balls rolling between my legs, pop flys popping out of my glove, strikeouts and, finally, those ghastly, humiliating wild throws. Maybe the game wasn't so good to me, after all.

Geez, I hope Moose doesn't book us into Yankee Stadium next year.

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