Running The Gauntlet by David Rosengard

Dyckman with its traces of 1776,from the ground is more depressing
to the sight than the dimmest cloister straight ahead over the Hudson
up on the Palasades.Perhaps that cloister built by Rockerfeller combines
the characteristics of a melancholy ruin,the saddest abbey or desolate
moor or all three combined.As each player assembles on the field one
these travelers of Softball For The love Of IT receive a listless glance
from Dyckman-it is almost as if a monk leaned out to look for a 
moment on the world.
Every pitch was measured,calculated,delivered like a stranger
arriving in a country town in a manner to run the gauntlet-severely
quizzed from every inch of Dyckman.
Game 1 Rosengard outduels Hewes 10-3;game 2 Melendez out duels
Appell 5-2.