sunday, october 12th: we played an awesome game of wiffleball out in front of  Onieda.<p>friday night, april 4th, 2003, was further history in the plight of bringing wiffleball's greatness to the binghamton university campus. We played a game in the fourth floor lounge of onieda, onieda v. onandaga, with three representatives from each building. Lining up for the visitors were Kara, Ilene, and myself, while Onieda was represented by Mike, Alla, and Teren. The game started with a lot of runs and we soon realized that this was no longer a pitcher's game. There were a couple factors making it better suited for the hitter, one being the enlarged study lounge in onieda. This meant the pitcher had a further distance to throw the ball. In the first two innings alone, Teren had three homeruns and 6 rbi. Onieda hit four straight homeruns in a row during the bottom of the second, with Teren starting it off and ending it. Ilene didn't want to pitch anymore after that. I don't remember the score exactly at that point, but they'd pulled ahead from four to four at the conclusion of the top of the seccond. Onandaga managed to fight back, leading 10-9, eventually scoring another run to have eleven. Then I surrendered six runs in the top of the seventh and was replaced by another pitcher. Onieda's onslaught didn't stop and they ended up winning 25-11. The next day Mike commented, "I wouldn't feel bad about losing by two touchdowns. Oh yea, we weren't playing football, were we?" He cracks me up. And so, the rivalry has begun. *editors note: there is a trade pending the inception of the fall 2003 semester. Prahlad and Alla are being traded. Also, Teren has been signed as a free agent by the Hillside apartment complex, also pending the inception of the fall 2003 semester.

this is the record of the first game, as told by the front page log from 10,26,02, on the homepage front.
in the wee hours of the morning: Hey hey hey. You know what? It is 2:54 in the morning and we've just completed our first underground game of study lounge wiffle ball. After a few moments of discussion with Andrew, I've decided to claim the game in the name of the triangulon--even though they don't know about it yet-- because of a few different reasons. A) Study lounge wiffleball, although a snazzy name, would gender more negative attention from authorities than would "Triangulon Wiffleball'" even if one knew that the game was played explicitly in the study lounge. Then, the focus is not on that fact but on the nickname that's been given to it, which is one of nonsense to most people. I will have to notify the triangulon as soon as possible. Well, I'll give you the details... people were going into the lounge to throw the frisbee around and I decided that wasn't enough. I chimed in, "what about wiffle ball?" They said, hey, that's great, just bring the stuff down to the lounge. I needed no coaxing. I went to my room, grabbed the bat and ball, and the excitement commenced. We decided on a few rules... we set a couch up in front of the pitcher, and the batter had to hit the ball past the couch. it could not go on the ground under or into the couch. Around the sides was fine. It was a lot like normal baseball with there being three outs to each side of the inning, three strikes to a strikeout, four balls to a walk. There are no balks. There is no leading off. My gosh, you can get around the four bases in about 6 seconds or less!!! Anyways... we decided that it should be two on two. That was more a product of our only having four people than anything else, but actually, it is perfect. We've decided that we're going to get teams and everything. This will be soo rad. ok, for the semantics of the first ever exhibition.... here's part of the conversation i've been having while typing this...
prahlad: hey, i got into binghamton on the strength of my wiffleball pitching.
dan: i got in cause of my catching skills.
ok. Here goes. The game started with Andrew and Russ as the Norwich Navigators, with Dan and myself as the Harlem Globecrackers. In the first inning, top of the first (Norwich up to bat) a run was scored. In the bottom of the second, a run was scored to tie it one-one. Strikeouts were racking up at a terrific rate, much faster than they do in mlb baseball, except on historic days. We all knew that Roger Clemens had struck out 21 batters in a game twice, and that's what we were aiming for on both sides, but anyways. The score was two all for quite some time, until the globecrackers pulled up by one. I think that was in the sixth inning, the bottom of the sixth. The game got tense as the batters continually drew full counts against me. I started to walk more batters. But still, we made it all the way to the ninth. I struck one batter out and let one on (the 18th k). Dan, the batter, said, "it's the top of the ninth!"
"So it is," I replied. We both knew what this meant. If they didn't score a run, the game was over, and we wouldn't even go into the bottom of the ninth. My enthusiasm had spoken too soon, though, and I walked the next two batters. Not the greatest thing to do when it is the ninth inning, you're up by one run, and all you want the other team to do is go down one-two-three. So there we are, top of the ninth, the Globecrackers up by one, runner on third, and one out. The next batter rips one, we made the play at first, but the run still scored. Tie game. I struck out the next two batters. twenty strikeouts ...
Then came the bottom of the ninth. I was the leadoff hitter and got a single. Eventually, it ended up being Dan at the plate and I on second, with two outs. Dan ripped one and I touched third and seeing that they were making the play at first went home. The play at first ended up being very close but Dan was safe, so the run scored and we won, 4-3.

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