Wiffleball Bash: Gettysburg Times reporter's notebook (05/26/07)

Legends will be born, history will be made, and hearts will be crushed this Monday in York County where, when the dust settles and the smoke clears at Mentzer Field, a Wiffleball Bash champion is expected to be crowned.
The annual holiday clash traditionally pits the Kids Team versus the Aunts-and-Uncles contingent.
Unfortunately, the long winning streak built by the Kid's Team might be coming to a crashing halt — my team's numbers are quickly dwindling.
Sister Jamie informed me this week that she'll be working dayshift.
"Who's going to pitch?" I asked her.
Shrugged shoulders was her response.
My brother also recently indicated that he likely won't be available for the game.
"Who will play center field?" I asked him.
He replied: "A youngster will have to step up."
Meanwhile, the collective belly of the Aunts-and-Uncle's squad, my sources tell me, is again lit with a burning fire.
Uncle Jeff has been hitting the track.
Dad was recently spotted analyzing scouting reports (hint — pitch me outside).
Uncle Dan, I'm told, has been shagging flyballs in his Arendtsville backyard.
And Uncle Stan has been hitting the weights.
"We're ready," Uncle Stan told me last week.
We're scared.
Let's play ball.
— Scot Andrew Pitzer