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The juxtaposition of amiable skies and first-rate base ball  made for an appealing setting this Saturday past as the Rochester Grangers took on a visiting nine fromSaginawat Van Hoosen Farm. The Old Golds, a ballistic juggernaut of considerable repute, cut an imposing collective figure as they arrived in their distinctive gray and yellow zibeline. The Grangers, perhaps a bit road weary from recent excursions that saw them play eleven matches in a fortnight, seemed galvanized by their return to the stoney-walled confines. Indeed Craig “Slappy” Prasatek and Bob “Anvil” Wynne, who had lately become increasingly familiar with the liniment wrap and mustard plaster, proved surprisingly nimble despite the infirmity of their appendages. 

 So it was a most intriguing scene when the call came from Umpire David “Doc” Howarth to commence the interpolation of hickory and horsehide. Striking first, the Rochesters brooked no delay in hammering the spheroid, launching mortar shots to rarely visited corners of the glade. Before the cranks had found their seats along the shade of the split-rail fence, the men who don the red and black had stunned the visitors with eight aces in their first turn at bat.

 The outburst brought forth little endulcorating sentiment from Granger popinjay Patrick “Barnraiser” McKay, who in his own spirited manner, entreated his charges to mind their defensive maneuvers lest the visitors mount a like-minded attack. By word and deed the Grangers appeared to heed the advice, with acrobatic catches by Keith “Boomer” Walters and Kelvin “Hawkeye” Rosonke muting chances for aSaginawuprising. So abstemious was the Granger defensive deployment thatSaginawarbitrator “Golden Rule,” on hand to offer his umpiring services for the match, was heard to express his own effulgent praise for the hometown ginger.

 When the final hand had had been retired the Grangers had claimed a victory by a fourteen to five final accounting. Both nines drew favorable commendation for the skillful exhibition, and the assemblage was then invited to partake of the sumptuous smorgasbord proffered by long-time sponsors Antoniou’s and the Hills Grille. As the waning sunshine foreshadowed the first vestiges of autumn, the Grangers performed their signature parting serenade,“For the Love of the Game.”

 A week hence the Grangers conducted a tutorial on the exercise grounds for the Dexter Union Club, a fledgling outfit anxious to learn the science of the game. Having capped off their self-appointed mission to advance the nation’s newest pastime, the Grangers now reluctantly suspend their ballistic efforts in favor of the sickle and plow. As they await the inevitable advance of winter’s chill the Grangers bid the cranks adieu. Like the swallows returning to Capistrano, the ballists look forward to the summoning call of spring and resumption of the game they love.