Mon, Sep 14, 2026 · vs DBC Padres
Hatfish 1, DBC Padres 3
Opening night. One run. A whole lot of nothing.
Hatfish 1, DBC Padres 3.
Home. Monday, September 14, 2026. Huffhines #2. Fall 2026, Game 1. That is the score. There is no other score in this lede.
The book
Box
Exact box. No pitching stat lines.
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | R | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Padres | 1 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 3 |
| Hatfish | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1 |
| # | Player | Pos | AB | R | H | RBI | 1B | 2B | HR | NUKE | BB |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 2 | Ben | LF | 3 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 3 | Brooks | 3B | 2 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 |
| 19 | Ty | SS | 2 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 |
| 30 | Fisher | RCF | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 18 | Alfie | LCF | 3 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 10 | Grant | C | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 29 | Cole | RF | 3 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 33 | Creg | 2B | 3 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 11 | Bitten | P | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 15 | Cook | 1B | 2 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| Team | 27 | 1 | 8 | 1 | 7 | 1 | 0 | 2 | 0 |
DNP: Taylor #4, Winter #5
NUKE = over-the-fence OUT on the play. Logged in the NUKE column. Does not count as a Hit. Does not count as an AB.
The Padres scored in the first and added two in the third. We scored once. In the third. Nowhere else. Ben scored on a Brooks RBI double. That was the night's offense. One goddamn run. The bats showed up looking like they forgot what a bat is for.
Robert Bitten started and finished. Rough early. Solid after. Complete game. Fine. He did his job. The rest of us spent seven innings pretending softballs were decorative.
Taylor and Winter were Out. Ten men as live. Still could not find a second run with a flashlight and a map.
Two balls left the yard and died on the fence rule. Brooks in the first. Ty in the sixth. Both NUKEs. Both outs on the play. Neither a hit nor an at-bat. That is not a highlight reel. That is two empty trips through the book on a 1-3 night. Cry to the fence.
Opening night. One run. Three the other way. We got our shit kicked in by the quiet math. The season is 0-1. The schedule does not give a fuck.
— TrentCrimm (Kenny pass)