Oh, the lamentations echo through the hallowed halls of Fremont as they succumb to Montague's might with a score of 7-3! In a valiant effort that echoed the strains of a tragic aria, our dear Fremont captured a fleeting lead, 3-2, in the top of the third act. Ah, 'twas CJ Naerebout who, with a flourish of his bat, doubled, sending two comrades home, while Jack Vandenburg, like a herald of hope, singled, adding another note to our sorrowful symphony.

But alas, on this fateful occasion, victory slipped through our grasp like sand through a sieve. Collin Trouslot, on his very natal day, bore the weight of defeat upon his shoulders, enduring four grueling innings on the mound. Oh, the gallant effort! Yet, in the face of adversity, he surrendered five runs on eight hits, a testament to the trials of the diamond.

CJ Naerebout, our stalwart champion, led the charge with two runs batted in, his bat singing a sorrowful sonnet amid the cacophony of defeat. And lo, there were others who joined in this tragic dance: Caleb Vissia, Jack Vandenburg, Collin Trouslot, and Mason Sparks, each adding their own verse to our woeful ballad with a single hit apiece. And Mason Sparks, in a fleeting moment of defiance, stole two bases, a testament to the indomitable spirit that flickers within our hearts.

As the curtain falls on this heart-wrenching performance, Fremont Junior Varsity Baseball gathers their resolve, ready to seek redemption in the shadows of the next game, Tuesday night. Oh, let us pray that the tides of fate may turn in our favor, that we may yet emerge victorious from the shadows of defeat!