Juniors to Seniors, we played in the west,
Rondout and Ellenville, a far greater test.
A similar result, 10 and 1, 
A Divisional Championship when we were all done.

The ride to Ulster started out fine,
But Nicole forgot her bag, would there be time.
Raced back to the high school, found it under the tree,
By the time Coach arrived he was as calm as could be.

We went to Ellenville, supposed to play two,
But as the day progressed, that was impossible to do.
We won the first, could not finish the pair,
Not feeling well from the stink in the air.

Traveled to Rondout, the Renegades today,
A line drive and 2 forces, a real triple play.
Sciortino the catch, to Morales for two,
Lastly to Pignataro, the inning was through.

On the field, special moments, having some fun,
Sarah's no hitter, Julia's home run.
Melissa invented a dance, its easy to do,
Shake your head, swap at flies, and yell "Ew, Ew, Ew"

We shared other things, unrelated to the game,
A mystery in life, that is hard to explain.
It might be unusual, but its no power that's higher,
Megan - get on with your life , its a log on a wire.

Donning new shirts, put aside the old,
Our socks and our spirit, still Highland Gold.
We wore new uniforms to look like All Stars,
Al even ordered us matching sports bras !

The blood donor shirt, before the game,
The blue shorts, white shirts, always the same.
We wore the old hats, not a superstitious pair,
Too much sun with the visors, through out thinning hair.

The new field staked out in the outfield grass,
Bob hit a grounder and cracked one in half.
Practices tough, Jen throwing hard,
The relay drill went awry, another dent in my car.

Before American / Colonial, "T" was a bit down,
She had a split in her pants, and no spare could be found.
7 trips to Rondout, won all 6 of the games,
One time extra, due to lightning and rain.
The very last trip, another District crown,
But the Senior League banner was no where to be found.

Played a team from Rockland, we simply got beat,
They hit the ball well, and the pitcher threw heat.
One of our throws, off just a bit,
Nicole reaches, goes down, a cheerleader's split.
The game opened our eyes, where we need to get,
Remember the goal, a MHAL Championship.

Its not all the wins, or how many we lose,
Its how we do it, the road that we choose.
We did it with class, coaches and umpires would say,
"What a nice group of girls, and they really can play".
Sportsmanship, Respect, the path we did take,
Add in the Championship, and the journey was great.
After all of the travels, no doubt in my mind,
No coach could be prouder, thanks for the ride

Coach Phil  8/2001

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