Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, February 18, 2015, 8:09 p.m.
I love baseball. That love was sorely tested today when I drove over to Presbyterian College to write about a baseball game between the Blue Hose and the Wofford Terriers.
Both teams were unbeaten. Wofford (4-0) still is, thanks to a 7-4 decision. I offered to cover the game a few days ago, and, when I checked my email this morning, I got the go-ahead “if they play it.”
Oh, they played it. I’m still shivering, and I’ve been home for more than an hour. At the beginning of the game, it was 37 degrees. The wind was whipping a cold front that is forecast to have the temperatures down to 12 by 7 a.m. on Thursday morning. Tomorrow night the estimate is 9.
At game’s end, it was 32, according to my phone, which apparently has a sense of humor. It felt like 2 according to my personal chill factor. Once my scoresheet went flying. It almost went flying again when the wind blew my folder opening when I set it next to me for a moment. The Wofford head coach, Todd Interdonato, got ejected in the seventh inning. I caught him on the bus, and when he walked out to talk to me, he was wearing shorts. I talked to him for 38 seconds. I didn’t have the heart to keep him any longer.
The Blue Hose (now 4-1, having taken four straight from Delaware State to open the campaign) broke on top, 3-0, before the cold reached the point where it must have seemed as if they were invading Russia in winter. Presbyterian used eight pitchers. Wofford got by with five. The Terriers took the lead with a run in the seventh, then busted it open with back-to-back homers by Matthew Pelt and Kody Ruedisili to lead off the ninth. While they were attempting to close, openings doomed the Blue Hose, who gave up consecutive doubles to open the sixth, hit two straight batters to start the seventh, and then came the aforementioned home runs in the ninth.
A baserunning blunder, by a pinchrunner who had subbed for a pinchhitter, who had doubled to lead off the eighth, cost Presbyterian a chance to tie it. The unfortunate Guy Casaceli got himself caught in a rundown between third base and home on a grounder with one out.
Had he scored that tying run, I might have cried. I was already shivering. My fingers had no feeling. I was “live tweeting” somehow. I got home and made coffee. That meant I was jumpy and shivering while I wrote my story.
It’s going to be warmer the next time I have fun at the old ballpark.
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