Cloud Busters drank all their milk
The livestock were back on the field, but Rock Ledge Ranch's vintage baseballers didn't need the help at this year's Labor Day game, taking a 3-0 first-inning lead
and building on it for their second victory in a row over a Denver-area team of alleged horse thieves and saloon denizens.
Andy “Anvil” Morris, ranch manager and player/manager of the Camp Creek Cloud Busters, lauded his milk-drinkers for sterling defense in the 8-1 win over the carpet-bagging Territorial All-Stars. “We were like a wall out there,” he said. “Nothing got through us.”
Richard “Hoss” Law, who's been a Cloud Buster player for several years, basked in the winning streak. He and his mates have now won three of four after failing to triumph in the game's first seven years. “We had good defense,” he agreed. “A few years ago, they would have thumped us.”
Home field advantage paid off on one play in which a fan fielded a foul ball on one hop and, by tossing it to a Cloud Buster player in the air, assured an out against the unlucky All-Star batter. On another occasion, when the Cloud Busters were batting, a fan was slow in releasing a fair ball that had skipped between the outfielders, thus helping the local lads score another run.
The sheep flock, which mysterously appeared in the fourth inning just as the All-Stars were batting, grazed peacefully in right-center field before trotting off when the side was retired. “That threw them in a tizzy,” said Morris, his tongue noticeably in his cheek. “They were probably afraid the sheep would bite or kick or step on them.”
The previous two years, Morris has brought out Patches, the ranch cow, to perform similar blockade duty.
No sheep was hit, although if a line shot by the All-Stars' Mark “Fearless” Foster had been about 20 feet to the left, it might have scattered the wool-bearers in all directions.
Afterward, Foster commented that “sometimes old age and treachery will beat out youth and skill, but not today.”
At least 100 people attended the game, finding various locations along baselines, under trees, in the outfield or on the porch of the Rock Ledge House.
As always, the game was plagued by the arrival of sign-waving suffragettes, improbably claiming that women should have the vote.
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