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2009 Reschedules
2009 Adult Softball Fall Season
Only games that have been cancelled, rescheduled or otherwise modified will appear here.
Rescheduled games will also be reflected in the Schedules section of this website.
All games are doubleheaders unless otherwise indicated. Visiting team is listed first.
National League
| Orig Date | Teams (Away v Home) | New Date | New Field |
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No rainouts or reschedules
American League
| Orig Date | Teams (Away v Home) | New Date | New Field |
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No rainouts or reschedules
Central League
| Orig Date | Teams (Away v Home) | New Date | New Field |
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No rainouts or reschedules
Over 40 League
| Orig Date | Teams (Away v Home) | New Date | New Field |
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No rainouts or reschedules
Women's League
| Orig Date | Teams (Away v Home) | New Date | New Field |
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No rainouts or reschedules
Sunday 9:00 AM
| Orig Date | Teams (Away v Home) | New Date | New Field |
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No rainouts or reschedules
Food for Thought.....
FATHER PEBBLES
Long and hard has this man played, a true veteran of his league. The hairs upon his head are still thick,
yet they fade from the tips on in. His skin sags in the slightest from where muscles previously were carved.
He gives up no perserverance, no vigor is lost. The heart which has had wins and losses, vigorous beats and
smooth patterns. Even with oiling those weak pieces, the body in whole remains strong. The last of the game
approaches, he walks up to the box using the squeeze of the bat to release some of the tension, that which
flows throughout his as the win rests upon him, and the loss as well. The sphere of a past brilliance now
floats past his shoulder with a dull stench of grime and sweat. Upon the next toss, the convenience invites
his to snap his hips toward the field, hopefully without snapping anything else. The *ping* resulting en-
lightens his spirits, if only for a moment. Low and hard, through the legs of his opportunity giver, and
straight ahead. His predecessors along the path fly forward without consequence. A bobble in the far allows
him to push longer. As he rounds the last curve, his teammates cheer and yell "down". He ignores possibil-
ities and obeys. Ahead he leans, arms outstretched, eyes and ears closed, letting fate take his future. As
the dust arises, he feels the rubber touch his fingertips and the world stops. He rolls over on his back and
spits the moist ground back to its home. Slowly, he begins to hear the sound of life return. Yells and cheers
make his ears ring. Eventually he is able to decipher the noises. "Safe! He won it for us!" Finally he could
relax again. He took a deep breath and a grunt before he rose again. He almost coughed from all the pats on
his back but still would not leave field of victory. Only upon bending to take away the horrid pebbles of
diversion does he depart, memories held strong.
~Jane Hawkins 5/27/06
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