Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, February 27, 2016, 2:05 p.m.
This is my coldest time of the year. When there’s snow on the ground, I always get bundled up, but when I trudge out in late February for the season’s first ballgames, I underestimate. It’s warm and balmy when I leave the house, but then clouds whip by bringing chill wind.
Last year, when Presbyterian College played Wofford in baseball, I put some sausage in the bed of the truck because I thought it would freeze sooner than at home. Behind the plate, I wished I could start a fire with my scorecard.
Doubleheaders are rare at Templeton Center, but the men are playing High Point afterwards. It’s a lovely day outside, and I’d likely be at the baseball game, but I’ve been watching the basketball teams all winter, and I thought I’d like to see their final home games.
Besides, I got a nice dose of baseball Friday night. Both kinds.
Laurens eked out a 19-2 verdict over Spartanburg Christian Academy in a game in which the Raiders got all the offense any team could need in four and a half innings. Then the Clinton Red Devils trotted out on the same field and no-hit the Emerald Vikings. Two pitchers combined for 16 strikeouts out of a possible 21 outs. Clinton started lefty whipsaw Tristan Smaltz, who faced 15 batters and struck out 12. Two walked and one reached on an error.
It’s a season-opening round robin hosted by the Raiders. I was on assignment. It was a long evening. I have no commitments today, and I felt more like driving four miles to PC than 12 to LDHS. Then I had to make the call of basketball over baseball, PC division, and I was sorely tempted to stay home and watch the Xfinity and Truck races from Atlanta. I’ll pay close attention to NASCAR tomorrow.
The Blue Hose currently lead, 22-12, in the women’s game. It appears likely they will improve to 16-11 overall, 12-6 in Big South Conference play. Small schools are prone to hyperbole. Presbyterian considers itself “a mid-major,” in spite of there being very few majors that are smaller, and it is a member of the Big South, which, in the greater scheme of the geographic region, isn’t particularly big.
By the way, word has arrived from Ed Prescott Field that the Red Devils have prevailed again, claiming a 7-1 decision over T.L. Hanna. Laurens is playing Greenwood even as I write.
Last night, Clinton head coach Sean McCarthy did not know his pitchers had twirled a no-hitter until I informed him. That’s called a scoop.
My timing was good. The Blue Hose women clobbered Winthrop, 77-44, and the men hung in there for a half, but I got little sleep last night and inexplicably got up early this morning, and I suspected what was coming, so I packed up my stuff and headed home at halftime.
High Point won the men’s game, 80-60, so either I smelled it coming or I jinxed the Hose. The baseball team beat Towson, though, 6-2. It was over before I left the Temp.
I felt a bit guilty.
I saw an untidy ending in a Truck race, but it was tidy for John Hunter Nemechek to win. I expect he was about 10 or so when I had dinner with him and his father at the buffet of a Las Vegas casino. It wasn’t organized. I just bumped into them, and Joe said, “Hey, why don’t you join us?”
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