GREAT BASEBALL NIGHT FOR THE UNDERDOGS

Boy did I have a good time Friday night.

Dear friend and voice of the New Britain Rock Cats invited me back for an on-the-field, pregame interview to reminisce about my 15 years covering the team.  With time to roam around instead of working, I ran into some old friends and enjoyed some great conversation.

But even more enjoyable was watching the Oakland A’s pulverize the Red Sox.  As those who are closest to me are well aware, I’ve been rooting for the A’s since 1960.  I truly enjoyed the great times – the World Series conquests in 1972, 1973 and 1974, and the Earthquake Series in 1989 – but they were all but curtailed as Major League Baseball went into its rich-get-richer phase.

I can’t fully explain the miracle that has Oakland at 74-57 and battling for a playoff spot after losing slugger Josh Willingham, top-notch starters Gio Gonzalez and Trevor Cahill, and All-Star closer Andrew Bailey.  And then there’s the Red Sox.

The members of so-called Red Sox Nation who were populating stadiums across the league have suddenly either thinned out or stopped wearing their Sox garb since the team has fallen on hard times.  Suddenly, the Sox phenomenon has reverted back to the pre-2004 days when the Sox were still in search of their first World Series success since 1918.

It’s not like I detest any of the Red Sox players.  I interviewed many of them when they were coming through the Eastern League and I still cover the Portland Sea Dogs for the Portland Press Herald when the team visits New Britain.  David Ortiz was one of my favorite Rock Cats, and I think he is one of the most colorful, fun-loving players I’ve ever seen play.

It’s just the overspending, and holier-than-thou attitude that permeates the fan base and has them believing that winning 95 games every year is their birthright.  The Sox fans snickered when they snared Bailey and outfielder Ryan Sweeney in the offseason for outfielder Josh Riddick, first-base prospect Miles Head and pitcher Raul Alcantara.

Well get a load of Friday night’s results.  Oakland 20, Boston 2. Reddick went 2-for-5 with a grand slam and a double.  Sox castoff first baseman Brandon Moss went 4-for-5, scored four times and smacked a homer and two doubles. George Kottaras, a backup catcher who spent time in the Sox chain, went 3-for-5, scored three runs and hit two homers.

Oakland-turned-Sox reliever Craig Breslow yielded five runs in 1/3 of an inning.

I watched right until the final out, savoring it almost as much as when the A’s beat Boston in the 1989 ALCS.  The A’s have now won six straight against the Sox.  One Sox fan in attendance in Oakland wore a brown bag over his head.

To cap off a satisfying night, my equally beloved Cincinnati Reds extended their lead in the National League Central to 9 ½ games and are on the verge of welcoming Joey Votto back from knee surgery.  Plus, the bloated payroll powerhouse in the Bronx were dashed by the Orioles, who don’t look like they’re giving up.  A’s win, Reds win, Sox lose, Yankees lose?  August 31, 2012.

Sometimes those baseball gods ride shotgun right next to you, but like the nature of the game itself, they’re likely to turn on you any time.  I hope they’ll hang with me through the beginning of November, and then I’ll hope their football colleagues will take their place by my side and guide the Giants to another Super Bowl championship.

BOSOX LEARN A LESSON FROM A'S

Major League Baseball has been turned upside down in New England with the blockbuster trade that made martyrs out of first baseman Adrian Gonzalez, pitcher Josh Beckett and outfielder Carl Crawford.

The part that amuses me the most to hear how the Red Sox fan on the street analyzes the loss of players once touted as Hall of Famers now relegated to the rear of The Nation’s pock-marked history. They’re beloved heroes one day, banished infidels the next.

However you stack it up, the 2012 season joins the 2011 finish as an embarrassing disaster for a fan base that expects and demands victory at all costs, even at their own cost. No matter how many billions management has spent to light up the Boston headlines and incessant talk shows during the Hot Stove portion of the year, the team stuffs its satchels with the booty gained from exorbitant prices for seats and ballgame amenities.

Now comes the pronouncement that even all that money (over $100 million to sign Daisuke Matsuzaka?) can’t buy happiness in the Hub. It couldn’t be Boston if the fans and the 24/7 media didn’t blame somebody.

But here’s where my tone changes.

General manager Ben Cherington has seen that victories have come a lot cheaper for the teams that draft wisely and develop talent well. For example, a gander at the American League West standings reveal that the austere Oakland A’s are in position to challenge the stacked Texas Rangers for first place and have a four-game lead over the fat-cat Angels in the fight for a possible wild-card berth.

And as an A’s fan dating back to the days in Municipal Stadium Kansas City where Charlie O. the Mule grazed and a mechanical bunny would come out of the ground to re-supply the home-plate ump with baseballs, I would like to thank the Red Sox for helping Oakland along with the generous gift of right fielder Josh Reddick.

Reddick is the case-in-point why Cherington and company should succeed in the long run. Instead of trusting their draft-and-development people, the Epstein regime was blinded by greed and paid dearly to land players like Crawford. Meanwhile, Reddick has become the top-notch clubhouse guy that the Red Sox could have used.

The Red Sox have drafted and developed talent admirably over the last decade. The nature of the business, like everything in which human beings engage, is cyclical.

Consider the talent that was pumped into the system through the draft: Kevin Youkilis (the White Sox thank you) and Kelly Shoppach in 2001; Jon Lester and Brandon Moss (the A’s thank you) in 2002; David Murphy (the Rangers thank you) and Jonathan Papelbon (the Phillies thank you) in 2003; Dustin Pedroia in 2004; Jacoby Ellsbury and Clay Buchholz in 2005; Daniel Bard, Justin Masterson (the Indians thank you), Ryan Kalish and Reddick in 2006; Will Middlebrooks in 2007; Ryan Lavarnway in 2008.

That’s a substantial amount of big league-caliber talent as far as a decade’s worth of drafts go.

When it comes to development, I have the utmost respect for those who toil away in virtual anonymity in the minor leagues.

How many Red Sox fans can identify Ralph Treuel? I had the chance to know Treuel when he was a roving pitchers instructor in the Detroit Tigers system in the mid-1980s and minor league pitching coordinators don’t come much better.

Some astute Connecticut fans may recognize the name Ray Fagnant. Fagnant, longtime Red Sox Northeast scout, played for the New Britain Red Sox and is a frequent visitor to New Britain Stadium after the amateur draft in June as he becomes more familiar with Double-A talent.

Pawtucket manager Arnie Beyeler and former Double-A manager Todd Claus were stand-up, no-nonsense guys who continue to do great things for Boston’s future.

Kevin Boles is near and dear to my heart. Boles, the manager of the Double-A Portland Sea Dogs, is the son of former Marlins manager John Boles. When John managed the Glens Falls (N.Y.) White Sox in 1984 (I was assistant general manager), his 9-year-old always had a glove in hand, eager to play ball and learn the game. It’s paid off for him and the Sox.

Kevin has been at the heart of the Sea Dogs’ 2012 turnaround, never wavering from a horribly slow start and nurturing a clubhouse climate conducive to winning.

Aah, chemistry. No fan, no intrusive media reports can fully reveal its exact nature, or what part it plays in building championship atmospheres. It transcends batting averages, slugging percentages and on-base ratios; ERAs, WHIPs and OPS. It’s far more intangible than anything even the most intricate analysis any computer may spit out.

But as Crawford, Gonzalez and Beckett leave their tangled Red Sox legacies behind, Cherington has chosen to “trust his stuff” in the parlance of pitching professionals; to trust the outstanding people he has aligned behind him in the Red Sox hierarchy.

It’s likely the Sox won’t be challenging for a pennant next year. Questions about veterans like David Ortiz still abound. But keep some of the following names in mind: Bryce Brentz, Travis Shaw, Matt Barnes, Jeremy Hazelbaker, Derrik Gibson, Jackie Bradley, Drake Britton. If the Sox are as patient as Cherington seems to be, some of these will be names you’ll see on the backs of blue t-shirts around Red Sox Nation in the years ahead.

SHOW SOME LOVE: If you want to praise somebody for baseball insight, give it up for A’s GM Billy Beane and his shrewd troupe.

Shackled with bargain-basement payroll limitations, Beane has once again displayed his savvy by cobbling together homegrown talent, other organizations’ top minor league pitching through trades deemed questionable when they were made, and a handful of modest free-agent acquisitions that would have only brought scorn in places like Boston.

So as August turns to September, where are the ramshackle A’s when New England sports fans are gearing up for the Patriots? Getting ready to print playoff tickets.

As a seasoned baseball observer, I didn’t think this was possible, but there it is: Oakland 69-57.

Do I see any hands raised for Bob Melvin as manager of the year? It’s 2012. Technology is wonderful. Tune in to an A’s game someday soon and visualize just how much chemistry truly means. It can happen in Boston, too, and Cherington is ready to let it rip.

A RETURN TO ROCK CATS LAND

The power that nostalgia holds over me was palpable Saturday as I parked my truck in the New Britain Stadium press lot.

For 15 years, I covered the New Britain Rock Cats like they were a major-league team. For the better part of 40 years, I was active as either an administrator or a sports writer in the ballparks of the Eastern League. I watched the Double-A circuit graduate from small, dingy ballparks in smaller towns or in the seedy section of cities to the grand palaces like New Britain Stadium, where a family can enjoy a night of merriment without any concern for safety, without spending a fortune.

Everything looked just as I had left it. Former co-owner/president/general manager Bill Dowling, who will go down in history as the founding father of the state’s most successful professional sports franchise to date, was conspicuous by his absence. Dowling, supremely dedicated to his patrons, was a fixture in the portal from the concourse to the first-base side of home plate. He remains a consultant, but only attends games occasionally. His contribution to the welfare of New Britain must never be overlooked.

Who better to replace Dowling in the GM’s chair than John Willi, his disciple for nearly a decade? Willi left the team for a year, but returns with the Dowlingesque passion for the fan and the community.

The weather is spectacular. The Rock Cats, two years removed from the embarrassment of a 44-98 season in 2010, are playing representative baseball. Manager Jeff Smith, one of the most popular players during his playing days in New Britain, guides the young Minnesota Twins protégés with a firm but friendly hand. His wife Ronna and young sons Cutter and Cooper have become part of the culture. The boys can’t wait to don their gloves. They worked on their double-play turn around the keystone bag after the teams hit the showers.

The grandstands are packed. The Rock Cats announce their ninth sellout of the season and second in two days. Summer weekends that attract over 20,000 people to the city have become the norm. Here’s a comparative statistic to chew on a spell: the 1988 New Britain Red Sox drew under 80,000 to outmoded Beehive Field, which stands next door.

People congregate in front of the stadium dubbed “The Emerald of the Eastern League” because of its distinctive green façade. A band plays familiar tunes. People line up at the ticket windows and gleefully distribute their bounty to families and friends, anticipating a relaxing evening where the kids can safely romp in a well-supervised playground, cold adult beverages flow freely and the enticing aroma of barbecuing meats satiate the air.

Just like I hadn’t missed a day, I greet some familiar people and make my way to my former auxiliary office, the press box. Radio announcer Jeff Dooley flashes by as he prepares for his broadcast. Venerable scoreboard operator Larry Michaels has seen almost as many innings in Willow Brook Park as Vin Scully has in Dodger Stadium.

A new group of youngsters, determined to forge careers in professional baseball, buzz around in every capacity of support. As Willi notes, he has seen groups of dedicated employees come and go. His new management group took the reins at a late date in terms of season preparation and his roster underwent more sweeping change, but newcomers like media assistant Patrick O’Sullivan and box office manager Josh Montinieri blend magnificently with the “old guard” – behind-the-scenes stalwarts like community relations mavens Lori Soltys and Amy Helbling.

The relationship between the Rock Cats and Twins continues to prosper fruitfully.

The Twins have fallen on some hard times in terms of player development and their resultant standing in the American League Central Division. The flow of high-level prospects moving through like Torii Hunter (1996-98), Joe Mauer (2003), Justin Morneau (2001-03), Michael Cuddyer (2000-01), Jason Kubel (2004) and more recently Denard Span (2005-06), has slowed to a trickle.

The Twins rely heavily on player development. They are reluctant to engage in the high-priced free agent derby, and painfully have been unable to lock up their own. Cuddyer and Kubel rejected the team’s advances over last winter and signed with Colorado and Arizona respectively. Consequently, the Twins put a heavy emphasis on what happens in New Britain and management is almost always represented at Rock Cats games.

I am fortunate that my visit coincides with that of long-time friend Bill Smith.  Bill Smith and I go back to the early 1980s when I was general manager of the White Sox’ Double-A team and he was in the same slot at Class A Appleton, Wisc.

Bill was presented the opportunity to become the Twins’ general manager when his decorated predecessor Terry Ryan opted to focus more on the scouting end of the business. Like so many GMs, Bill was relieved of his duties, but his deep loyalty to the Twins, and theirs to him, has him back in a consulting position. He’s a New Hampshire boy by birth, but grew up in Ledyard where he still has family. Talking baseball with Bill Smith is like talking religion with an archbishop.

The most uplifting facet of the evening was reconnecting with former Rock Cats manager Riccardo Ingram (2006-07).

The good-natured, always positive Ingram faced his own mortality when he was confronted with a cancerous brain tumor in the summer of 2008. He sports a significant scar on the top of his head, but his faith through the whole ordeal was unshakeable. He is in good health and commutes between New Britain and Triple-A Rochester as a minor league hitting instructor.

Pitching coach Stu Cliburn is in his 11^th season in New Britain, qualifying him as an adopted son. He spent a couple seasons (2006-08) in Triple-A Rochester when his twin brother Stan (Rock Cats manager from 2001-05) was managing the Red Wings, but like the prodigal son, he returned to his familiar post in the New Britain bullpen.

One of my goals in life is to sit through a game on television – a time when Stu isn’t working – to have him evaluate and analyze the art to which he’s dedicated his life. There is so much about pitching that even the most avid baseball enthusiast (and so many baseball writers) don’t comprehend.

The game moves forward. The Rock Cats, leaders in the Eastern Division for a large chunk of April and May, show a disturbing trend of failing to hit in the clutch, the plague of so many slumping ballclubs. They drop a 4-1 decision to the Erie Seawolves and fall closer to the .500 mark.

Jeff Smith can’t offer an explanation. A multitude of Hall-of-Fame managers before him couldn’t either. The nuances of a game played daily are that fortunes rise and fall, just like everything else that contains a human fingerprint. The constants – symmetry, tradition and color – are reasons why I’ll shed the depression of not having it as a daily routine and continue going back for reinvigoration.

DISC-OVERING A NEW SPORT

Baby boomers remember it as a simple pastime in which they engaged on so many college campuses.

Several generations later, the skill of making an accurate toss with what remains universally known as a Frisbee has become part of an evolving professional sport, and New Britain is a cornerstone.

The sport once called Ultimate Frisbee with rules made up as you went along is formally known as Ultimate Disc. The Connecticut Constitution, members of the professional American Ultimate Disc League, play their home games at CCSU’s Arute Field.

The team is being operated capably and modestly by the players themselves.  General manager/coach/leading scorer John Korber leads by example. Vice president of marketing and sales Rafe Steinhauer, a former cross country and track athlete, plays a position known as “cutter,” but perhaps more importantly answers inquiries into the sport’s burgeoning position.

“The professional league will help the sport as a whole,” Steinhauer said. “It’s always been uphill battle to get the general public to buy into the game as legitimate. We’re battling a short history.

“Lots of people play just for fun recreationally without cleats and with tie-dye shirts. There’s nothing wrong with that. People play softball in beer leagues. It’s the same split. There’s nothing wrong with either form but they’re very different. Our version is a spectacular spectator sport.”

BRIEF HISTORY: The Ultimate game was invented in 1968.

For the first 20 years, play proliferated primarily on college campuses, where it developed what Steinhauer called, “a hippie stigma.”

The first competitive development occurred in the late 1980s when the Ultimate Players Association was born. Four years ago, it was “rebranded” as USA Ultimate. It became the governing body for competitive amateur play and established national championships at the high school, college and club (adult) levels.

Such tournaments have been going on for 25 years, Steinhauer said, yet the stigma remains.

“There’s definitely a generational divide,” he said. “As anybody 40 and up and they’ll say it’s just a bunch of hippies. Ask anybody in their 30s and it’s an intensely competitive and perhaps the most aerobically challenging team sport. It’s a split we deal with on a daily basis.”

THE GAME: Steinhauer has multiple reference points when he evaluates Ultimate’s aerobic challenges.

The teams play 7-on-7 over the wide-open space of a football field. Players cannot run with the disc; it must be advanced via the pass. “It’s a constant series of sprints,” Steinhauer said.

A team earns a “point” or goal when its player catches a pass in the end zone, which is 20 yards deep, twice as big as the area allotted in football.

Substitutions are allowed only after points or between the 12-minute quarters. Points come much more frequently than soccer goals or touchdowns. The Constitution’s last game played on May 27 produced a 28-21 victory over the Columbus Cranes. In other words, the teams successfully crossed the goal lines nearly 50 times in 48 minutes.

Steinhauer said sports fans familiar with similar team sports will pick up the game almost instantly.

“Anybody familiar with basketball and football would totally get it,” he said. “It’s a very intuitive game. Any incompletion is a turnover. The other team picks it up immediately. There’s no stopover with a change of possession. Once you catch it, you have seven seconds to throw it, kind of like a shot clock. It’s a lot of action and constant cutting.”

THE LEAGUE: The AUDL presently consists of two divisions.

The Constitution, 5-1 at press time, competes in the East Division with the Philadelphia Spinners, Rhode Island Rampage and Buffal Hunters. The West Division includes the central Ohio-based Cranes, the Detroit Mechanix, the Indianapolis AlleyCats and the Louisville-based Bluegrass Revolution.

The season runs April through July. Divisional playoffs begin in mid-July. The inaugural league championship is slated for the Silverdome in Pontiac, Mich., on Aug. 11.

THE TEAM: Steinhauer said the Constitution have an amicable relation with its landlords at CCSU.

The games have attracted an average of 600 people. The first game of the year drew 1,050. Unlike other professional teams, the financial needs of the organization are much less. Steinhauer said the team can function by drawing 700 per game with 500 per a first-year goal.

“Having the players chip in is absolutely vital,” he said. “John Korber selected a team with an eye toward product. It’s an easy decision to take the best 25 athletes who don’t care about the sport or the organization but John chose 25 who are very good on the field and have dedicated themselves to helping the sport and growing the business.”

He said the team’s strategy is based on the phrase, “Our motto is product.”

“We have to represent our product, represent our organization and the players have bought into that,” he said.

The team has access to all the amenities at Arute, providing a comfortable setting for fans.

“Central has been very helpful,” Steinhauer said. “We pay a good amount of rent but it’s a very nice facility. In my mind, it’s the best facility in the league.”

Philadelphia plays at Franklin Field, the former home of the NFL Eagles. Detroit plays at the massive Silverdome, once the Lions’ domain. Neither team is averaging substantially more than the Constitution, which gives those stadiums a rather cavernous look on game day.

“Arute is a great atmosphere,” he said. “You’re right on top of the game. We wouldn’t trade with anyone.”

Ticket prices have a Rock Cat-like affordability at $6 per game. The Constitution’s strategy mirrors that of the highly successful minor league baseball team across town.

 “I head a speech by [NBA Dallas Mavericks owner] Mark Cuban,” Steinhauer said. “He said everyone thinks the Mavs are about basketball, but they’re selling a form of entertainment that people can’t get at a movie theater.

“At the end of the day, people don’t go to minor league baseball games because they are interested in detail. It’s just an experience they can’t get anywhere else. The players have conversations with the fans. We have activities between quarters. If we put a lot of effort into the fan experience, familiarity with the game doesn’t matter.”

MISTAKES DOOM SOUTHINGTON IN SOFTBALL FINAL

(First appeared in Southington, Orange and BethWood Patch)

STRATFORD – Anxiety took its toll.

Both Southington and Amity displayed some jitters as the Class LL softball championship unfolded.

A plethora of walks, defensive mistakes and substandard pitching marred play on both sides, but one team was able to regain its poise.

Leadoff hitter C.J. Semones earned MVP honors by rapping four hits and scoring three runs Friday night as the No. 6 Spartans rumbled to a 10-6 win over top-seeded Southington at DeLuca Field in a title game between the two schools that have been there the most.

Amity (23-5) was crowned champion for the fifth time. Southington (22-3), which has won a state-record 14 championships, is now 3-3 against the Spartans in ‘LL’ title tilts. The two schools combined have appeared in 29 of the 39 championship games.

The Spartans last won a state title in 2003 when they recorded a 3-0 win over the Knights.

Amity, champions of the Southern Connecticut Conference’s Housatonic Division, pounded out 17 hits. The Blue Knights, perennial kingpins in the CCC, punched out seven hits and made four errors.

“I’ve been with these girls for four years, we know each other so well and senior year it just all came together,” Semones said. “It’s an amazing feeling.”

Bores was humbled by his team’s poor play.

“You’re not going to beat a Little League team giving up 10 runs,” he said, after an extended postgame meeting with his girls. “And I think the four errors were very generous. I counted about seven or eight.

“We played [badly]. We couldn’t have played worse.”

Semones started the game with a dribbler in front of the plate for a single. Emily Fox’s sacrifice bunt was thrown away by third baseman Alyssa Dumphy and Jacqueline Ferraiolo (3-for-5, double, HR, 4 RBI) made it sting by cracking a three-run homer over the fence in left.

Staked to a three-run lead, Amity hurler Dana Blydenberg promptly walked Nicole Rossitto and Sarah Carangelo. The pair pulled off a double steal and scored when Sydney Ferrante (3-for-4, 3 RBI) drilled a single under the glove of shortstop Heather Watt and into center field.

“We got a little nervous but I knew our team was going to make the plays in the end,” Semones said.

The pitchers and the defenses settled in. Amity padded its lead with a run in the fourth, an inning that saw Bores replace his junior starter Jordyn Moquin with freshman Kendra Freidt after Semones’ leadoff double.

“I knew it wasn’t her night when she gave up [eight] hits over [three-plus] innings,” Bores said.

Emily Fox collected the RBI with a single.

The Knights were still in the game, but unlike Amity, they couldn’t chase away the butterflies.

“I kept trying to keep them loose,” Amity coach Bob Purcell said. “I kept being very light and not coaching too much. The coaching’s all done. Now it’s just keeping the girls’ tempers down and their attitude good. That’s what I tried to do for the whole game.”

The fifth inning proved Southington’s undoing. Amity used well-placed bunts and doubles by Semones, Ferraiolo and Jenna DiLorenzo to pile up five runs.

“The ump was very selective with his zone so we just waited for our pitch,” Semones said, about hitting Moquin like she hadn’t been hit before.

Two Southington errors contributed to the merry-go-round.

‘I don’t know if they were nervous,” Bores said. “We haven’t given up 17 hits in two weeks, in five or six games. …

“It’s embarrassing. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life as a softball coach. I’m embarrassed for them. That’s not a showing of how they played all season.”

With Amity leading 10-3 in the bottom of the seventh, the Blue Knights showed that they weren’t going down without a fight. Hits by Ferrante and Moquin led to three runs but too much damage had been done.

“It was over,” Bores said. “You could tell by my body language that I just wanted to go home.”

Moquin, who re-entered the game as a pinch-hitter and returned to the mound in relief of Friedt, allowed 11 hits, waqlked one and struck out three in five full innings of work. Blydenburg went the distance, yielding four earned runs on seven hits, walked six and fanned just one.

Class LL Softball Championship

At DeLuca Field, Stratford

Amity 10, Southington 6

Amity                                       Southington

                           ab  r  h  bi                               ab  r  h  bi

Semones 1b        5  3  4  1       Rossitto 2b        1  2  0  0

Fox lf                  4  2  2  0       Carangelo rf       3  2  1  1

Ferraiolo rf          5  2  3  4       Ferrante ss         4  0  3  3

DiLorenzo dp 5  0  2  2            Harvey c            4  1  0  1

Watt ss               0  0  0  0       Moquin p           4  0  1  0

Zdrowski cf         5  0  1  0       Friedt p              0  0  0  0

Luce c                 4  0  0  0       Dumphy 3b        2  0  0  1

Blydenburg p       2  1  0  0       Paterson 1b       3  0  0  0

Baker 2b             4  1  3  0       Zazzaro cf          3  0  0  0

Reynolds 3b        3  1  2  1       Downes lf          3  1  2  0

Shepa ph             1  0  0  0      

                                                                        

Totals               38 10 17  8      Totals                27  6  7  6

Amity                      300 150 1 – 10  17  1

Southington              200 010 3 –   6    7  4

E – Baker, Dumphy, Ferrante, Rossitto, Harvey.

LOB – Amity 11, Southington 7. DP – Amity 1.

2B – Semones 2, Ferraiolo, DiLorenzo. HR – Ferraiolo.

S – Fox.  SF – Dumphy. SB – Carangelo, Rossitto.

Amity

                            ip    h  r  er  bb  so

Blydenburg W      7     7   6   4   6   1

Southington

Moquin L             5   11   5   4   1   3

Friedt                   2     6   5   5   1   2

Moquin faced 1 batter in 4^th.

WP – Blydenburg. T – 1:57. A – 1,000 (est.) . Records – Amity 23-5; Southington 22-3.

SIMSBURY'S LAX SEASON ENDS IN SEMIS

Class L Boys Lacrosse

Fairfield Prep 10, Simsbury 7

Semifinal

At Robert J. McKee Stadium, West Hartford

Fairfield Prep     (15-3) 2 1 3 4 – 10
Simsbury           (17-2) 0 2 2 3 –   7

First quarter – 1. FP, Tim Edmonds 3:52; 2. FP, Kevin Brown (David White) 7:37.
Second quarter – 3. S, Trevor Gallagher (Eric Hesketh) 12:08; 4. FP, Matt Brophy 19:28; 5. S, Gallagher 23:54
Third quarter – 6. S, Mason Burr (Evan Ruszala) 25:52; 7. FP, Edmonds (Brown) 27:18; 8. FP, Brophy 27:42; 9. FP, Brown 28:38; 10. S, Hesketh 24:58.
Fourth quarter – 11. FP, Brophy (White) 38:12; 12. FP, Edmonds (White) 38:50; 13. FP, Brown (Edmonds) 39:14; 14. FP, Brophy (Edmonds) 43:03; 15. S, Gallagher 43:09; 16. S, Gallagher (Hesketh) 43:42; 17. S, Gallagher (John Ryan) 45:38.
Saves – FP, Mike Seelye 6; S, Tim Maher 6. Shots – S, 26-19. Ground balls – FP, 26-18.

By Ken Lipshez
WEST HARTFORD – Lacrosse wasn’t invented in Connecticut but if someone wanted to build a state shrine, the campus of Fairfield Prep would be a likely spot.
The Jesuits came into the Class L tournament having been in the final game last six years running. Of their three losses this season, two have been to powerful out-of-state teams. 
So when Simsbury wrested away the momentum after a sluggish first quarter and tied the game shortly after the halftime break, the notion of upset coursed through Trojan hearts.
As it turned out, such notions were very short-lived.
The fifth-seeded Jesuits responded by bunching three goals in just over a minute’s time Wednesday to oust the Trojans, 10-7, in a semifinal skirmish at Conard’s Robert J. McKee Stadium.
Simsbury, the top seed in the tournament, finished at 17-2. Fairfield Prep (15-3) moves into the familiar territory of playing for a state title on Saturday.
“I would never lie and say that we’re not frustrated losing to Prep because it’s frustrating every year,” Simsbury coach Jim Martocchio said. “We’ve had ups and downs with them. We’ve beaten them a couple of times in the regular season but when it counts, we seem to come up short every time. You’re got to play a perfect game of lacrosse to beat a team like that.”
Matt Brophy had four goals for the Jesuits. Tim Edmonds had three goals and two assists, Kevin Brown and three and one and David White contributed three helpers.
For Simsbury, Trevor Gallagher scored five goals. Eric Hesketh had a goal and two assists.
Martocchio and most of his players took the loss in stride, savoring the challenge and anxious for another crack at the downstate powerhouse that draws talent from multiple towns in the region.
“They bring kids from different towns to play and it’s hard to compete with that, working with one [town],” Hesketh said. “We wish we could have beaten them, but I’m not going to hang my head over the loss. They’re a pretty explosive team. When they get on a run they’re hard to stop.”
Prep dominated the first quarter and entered the second quarter with a two-goal lead, but the Trojans answered assertively. Hesketh took the opening draw, stormed down the center of the field and set up Gallagher just eight seconds in.
Brophy responded for Prep, but Gallagher made an aggressive inside roll and eluded a defender to bring Simsbury within a goal just six seconds before intermission.
Mason Burr tied the game when he gathered a pass from Evan Ruszala two minutes into the second half. It lit a blaze under the Jesuits. Edmonds, Brophy and Brown scored in rapid-fire succession within a span of 1 minute, 20 seconds to gain a 6-3 lead.
Hesketh reeled in an errant pass near midfield, rushed up the center of the field and rammed it under the crossbar with just over a minute left in the quarter, but the Jesuits countered in decisive fashion. Whtie assisted on goals by Brophy and Edmonds. Edmonds fed Brown for another and Brophy for a fourth unanswered tally that gave Prep a 10-4 lead with under five minutes remaining.
Gallagher scored three times down the stretch but the Jesuits proved too tough once again.
“The level of competition that we play through the season – beating Chaminade (N.Y.), we should have beaten St. Anthony’s (N.Y.) – and they’re two of the top high school teams in the country. So we’ve been battle-tested,” Prep coach Chris Smalkais said. We’ve played in a lot of great games where we know that if we can elevate our level of play, we can be successful. We played the most difficult schedule in Connecticut and it seems to work for us on an annual basis.”
The Jesuits’s sticky defense made advancing the ball difficult in Simsbury’s offensive zone.
“Their long-stick middie [Conor Barr] and their close defenseman [Andrew Hatton] – we knew all day we didn’t want to go on [Barr],” Martocchio said. “He takes your best player right out of the game.”

NWC STORMS PAST EAST CATHOLIC

WEST HARTFORD – Baseball apocalypse stared Northwest Catholic in the face on two fronts.

Underdog East Catholic was poised to stage an upset after dodging several threats and catching a few breaks. After the Indians built a four-run lead and had ace pitcher Mac Crispino on the hill to close it down, black clouds percolating in the western sky nearly escorted the visitors to a monumental comeback.

But even stormy weather and shaky karma couldn’t keep Northwest from advancing a step closer to its goal -- regaining the Class S championship.

A strong start from sophomore righthander John Arel and relentlessly aggressive baserunning staked the top-seeded Indians to a 5-3 victory over the resolute Eagles Sunday in a quarterfinal at Northwest Catholic.

Northwest (20-2) will take on Cromwell Tuesday at Waterbury's Municipal Stadium with game time slated for 7 p.m. Cromwell, which ousted St. Paul Sunday, eliminated Northwest in a Class S football semifinal in December. Northwest won its first and only 'S' title in 2010.

Arel tossed six sparkling frames, allowing the No. 24 Eagles (10-13) one run on three scratch singles. He walked just one, struck out three and used a three-pitch mix to jam the East hitters, inducing slow grounders, humpback line drives and lazy fly balls.

The Indians carried a 5-1 lead into the seventh inning after scoring four times and sending eight batters to the plate in the sixth. Northwest coach Cory Carlson had Crispino ready, but neither the Eagles nor Mother Nature was going to let the Indians and their ace slide by without a tussle.

The wind rustled the nearby treetops, the rain sent the crowd scurrying and the burden of coping with the sudden calamity fell on Crispino. Singles by Casey Carone and Tyler Aprea and a two-out walk to number-nine hitter Nick Benoit brought Garrett Richardello up with the tying run.

First baseman Dan Errico called for an infield pop and was startled when the wind blew it back toward the first-base dugout, well out of his reach. Given a reprieve, Richardello lashed a two-run double to left but Crispino struck out Andrew Gordon to end the game.

“Weird circumstances. It should have been a 5-1 game,” Carlson said. “When a kid hits a routine pop-up to first base, we’re in monsoon conditions and it takes a 90-degree turn. It’s a state tournament and you’ve got to get it in. The umpires did a good job getting it in and luckily things worked out in our favor.”

Crispino said he retained his focus in spite of the atmospheric onslaught.

“You want that situation as a pitcher right there. You want to close it out with all the fans here,” he said. “The thing about it is you can’t even throw the ball across the diamond. Did you see that pop-up? It flew like 10 feet. Pretty crazy.”

The key element in all of Northwest’s scoring was the stolen base. The Indians tried eight and succeeded on seven. Crispino had three and Alex Mortillaro, who scored the go-ahead tally in the sixth, had two. But the strategy wasn’t flawless. The Indians had one runner thrown out at the plate and another caught off second base.

“[Aggressive baserunning] is something we’ve always done,” Carlson said. “We have the best first-base coach in the state if not New England (Jason Maule) at the high school level. He’ll take guys that aren’t fast and makes them fast by reading the pitcher. He’s done an outstanding job getting our baserunners prepared.”

Northwest took a 1-0 lead in the third against East starter Aprea. Crispino laid down a perfect bunt on the first pitch of the frame and proceeded to steal second and third. Mortillaro laced a one-out single to left.

Arel faced the minimum through four and hadn’t allowed a hit when Ryan Wieczorek began the fifth with an infield hit in the hole. He advanced on a balk and a tapper back to the mound. With two down, Aprea singled to the opposite field on a payoff pitch to score the equalizer.

“[Arel] was fantastic,” Carlson said. “Two cue shots and an infield single. Honestly what he does is throw strikes. … He’s doing a better job mixing pitches and getting ahead of guys.”

East loaded the bases but Arel sawed off Richardello on a 3-2 pitch to retire the side.

Mortillaro worked a walk to start the big sixth-inning rally and stole second. Mike Wine laced a 3-2 single to left. Mortillaro held up at third, but when catcher Alex Fulco fielded the throw from the outfield and tried to get Wine at second, Mortillaro scored in a cloud of dust.

“Early in the game the same thing happened but [Will Carew] got tossed out on a close play at the plate,” Mortillaro said. “We were talking about how the catcher was blocking the plate so you do a hook slide and try to get your hand in. I saw the throw to second was low so I figured I’d be aggressive and go off my instincts.”

Dylan Robinson, who struck out looking with the bases loaded in the first, reprieved himself with a base hit that scored Wine. Andrew Dornfried drove in Robinson with a single and Carew scored the final run on a wild pitch.

Class S Baseball Tournament

NW Catholic 3, East Catholic 2

Quarterfinal

At Northwest Catholic

East Catholic                         NW Catholic

                           ab  r  h  bi                                ab  r  h  bi

Richardello ss     3  0  1  2       Wilson ss            3  0  0  0

Gordon cf          4  0  0  0       Crispino cf          3  1  1  0

Cella rf-3b          3  0  0  0       Errico 1b            2  0  0  0

Wieczorek lf       3  1  1  0       Mortillaro 3b      1  1  1  1

Carone dh          3  0  1  0       Wine c                2  1  1  0

DiPace 2b           0  0  0  0       Robinson lf        3  1  1  1

Fulco c               3  1  0  0       Carew rf             1  1  0  0

Aprea p-rf          3  1  2  1       Angelini dh        3  0  1  0

Felice rf              2  0  1  0       Arel p                 0  0  0  0

Rooke p              0  0  0  0       Dornfried cf       3  0  1  1

Greene p             1  0  0  0      

Benoit 1b           1  0  0  0

                                                                             

Totals                26  3  6  3       Totals                21  5  6  3

East Catholic    000 010 2 – 3  6  1

NW Catholic     001 004 x – 5  6  0

E – Fulco. LOB – East Catholic 5, NWC 6. 2B – Richardello.

SB – Crispino 3, Mortillaro 2, Wilson, Robinson, Dornfried.

CS – Wilson.

East Catholic

                                 ip    h  r  er  bb  so

Aprea L                    5     4   3   3   5   4

Rooke                       0.1  2   2   2   1   0

Greene                      0.2  0   0   0   0   0

NW Catholic

Arel W                     6     3   1   1   1   3

Crispino                    1     3   2   2   1   1

Aprea faced 2 batters in 6^th inning.

WP – Rooke. BK – Arel, Rooke. HBP – by Aprea (Mortillaro, Wine);

by Arel (Richardello). T – 1:59. Records – EC 10-13; NWC 20-2.