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Summer League (the summer season for GPSD) is an odd experience. We've played every year since the late 80's - and every year is the same. To say that attendance is erratic is to understate the obvious. One game - 17 players; the next game - 10 trickle in, late. Adjacent divisions are glommed together to field enough teams in a grouping. The top bracket teams see summer league as a time to drop down and relax by humiliating the duffers. A number of managers of mediocre teams unashamedly load up for the summer with players who won't give them a second look in the next fall. Consequently, we almost always have losing summer campaigns. But, hey, you can't comfortably lie on the grass and sip a well-earned brew in February! |
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As an August 1992 thunderstorm rolls in, our summer keeper and AJ relive the just-completed match. | |
The game was north of the fieldhouse at Delta Park on one of the four parallel fields. Now, that's all a softball field complex. |
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Jim B. stares wistfully at the camera, probably wondering when he'll get his cheesecloth quality, blue summer jersey. | |
Fortunately, the lightening bolts struck far to the east of us. |
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One of our many, summer replacement keepers kept ferrets as pets and would bring them to the games for an airing. Here, Glen foolishly places his fingers near the varmint's mouth. | ||