WPCNR Pressbox. June 1, 2002. The White Plains High School Softball Team had their season ended Thursday on a suicide squeeze play in extra innings. In the best tradition of Grantland Rice, and apologies to the late Robert Adams of the New York Evening Mail we salute this great White Plains team with a poem.
Cristin to Kelly to Fitz
These are the saddest of possible softball worlds.
No more Cristin to Kelly to Fitz.
Trio of Tiger cubs wielders of mighty metal clubs,
Flickers and flashers of cobra gloves.
Fearless in challenging the hitters, and going at pitchers,
Dauntless no matter the inning be dire.
Cristin and Kelly and Fitz and Cyndi and Leslie and Kara
Long will their days in the softball sun inspire.
These are times to salute the champions of the standard
Southpaw smoothie Orfe and lightning righty Pollard.
1-2 mound masters dreaded from Ossining to Yonkers, Chappaqua to Rochelle.
Pokerface little lefty lifting the team with heart under pressure.
Stalwart Tara Terrific with hissy fastball beyond measure.
A meeting on the mound, hands raised, and “3 outs!” their cry,
They fought every inning, and sought the best, and always “did,” not die.
Here’s to Ciara Di, stalwart backstop, “Protector of the Plate.”
Her fleet feet and rifle arm hung out stealers on a line with aplomb.
Fitzmaurice the First, statuesque, rangy and fearless,
She of the magnificent stretch, the graceful charge,
The Rally Builder, moving them over with courage,
Taking the bad hops with poise and ease.
And Jessica “I” with terrific eye and flashing glove, guardian of the Hot Corner Gate.
O’Donnell’s Bluff cheers to Picket Patrol of Busch Carnaghi and Younkin,
Turning Wertz-ian Drives into long outs with their long reach of leather,
Pursuing gappers like deer and breaking Koalas’ Hearts.
Thoughtlessly pricking League I-A Bubbles with their strokes
Sending yellow spheres soaring into green alleys with Promethian Pokes,
The splendid Cyndi, the elegant Leslie, the steady Kara, masters of frozen ropes.
Their names are effort, grace, and class, and the county’s most tough.
Sophomore O’Neil smoothly fitting in will return to A new era
With Isaacs and Abbotts and the towering Tara to Continue innings into the future.
Our Tiger Cubs of the Champions have played their last together as a team,
Forging tradition of unselfish play, to inspire future diamonds in the rough.
In the dirt on O’Donnell’s bluff in future innings, we will remember,
The dives of the fearless Pasqua — Orfe the little lefthander inspiring
Future windmill pitchers to “be like Jessie,” — the grit
Of peerless Carnaghi of Dimaggio stride, the flights of Leslie the Little Falcon.
As other Tigers fill their spikes and listen to peerless leader O’Donnell,
Son of McGraw, Casey, Sparky, and Earl, and shadows of autumn,
Turn our cubs into women and players in life,
Our girls of spring will live in scorebooks of memory, getting “3 outs” in the softball sun.