Bugbuster ace John Garza had all of his pitches working tonight.  Garza was reminiscent of the great el Tiante, weaving a tapestry of magic with 6 different pitches thrown from 6 different angles.  Yet going into the bottom of the 5th, the score was still 1-1.  At that point, the normally rock-solid Bugbuster infield betrayed the man known as "el lanzador magnifico", and 4 unearned runs stormed across the plate. Three errors by three infielders. An ace trumped by three jokers.

However, there was a ray of sunshine hidden in the wreckage of this loss.  The Bugbuster's first run was a thing of beauty, manufactured by speed. When shortstop Adam Chapa banged a single in his second AB, he forced a bad throw by speeding toward second without hesitation.  Moments later, he scored from second on a sac fly by his Hall Of Fame father, on the 6th anniversary of his father's heart attack!  The Bugbusters, once the speediest team in the league, had taken a page from their illustrious history and made a silk purse from a sow's ear.

The always reliable Bob Sparacino paced the Bugs with three base knocks. No other player had more than one hit.

After the game, Manager Soria was asked to comment on the opening day festivities. Soria pondered the question, peered at his slice of pizza, and said "Nobody got hurt. It was a good night indeed."