The coaches were
in little danger, seeing that the only thing submerged nearby was a bottle of
Jagermeister, which provided periodic solace. The white flag finally got waved
at around six that morning. They had to have some sleep before batting practice
began that afternoon. They had come here nearly straight from the field
following last night's game and should have been exhausted. But the Alaskan sun
over the river was already so bright that it buoyed the spirits of sportsmen
who, today, took nothing home with them.