{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"The Prairie Score: Sandhill's Lake Country Baseball Breakdown","title":"Sandhill's Dock Report: DockHounds Get Edged by Cleburne Railroaders 4–16 | 2026-07-05","html":"<iframe width=\"100%\" height=\"180\" frameborder=\"no\" scrolling=\"no\" seamless src=\"https://share.transistor.fm/e/4a40a68e\"></iframe>","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":184,"description":"You ever watch a Frank Lloyd Wright house hit a storm? The roof holds, the windows bow, but the foundation... that’s a different story. Tonight, DockHounds fans, we saw the foundation crack. Cleburne didn’t build a game—they poured a concrete slab of runs right over the top of us. Four errors, four runs of our own... and sixteen of theirs. That’s not a loss—that’s a structural collapse. You’re listening to Sandhill’s Dock Report from Louie’s Dock—Lake Country baseball, filed from the marsh. I’m the Sandhill. Tonight: the DockHounds’ prairie line got washed away by a railroad flood in Texas.From the first cast, you could feel the weight. Marc Davis tried to set a horizontal plane—low, flat, no fuss. And for two innings, it held. Then the third inning came, and Cleburne broke through like a beaver dam after a hard rain. Four runs. Not a trickle—a torrent. The DockHounds answered with single-run innings in the second, third, fourth, fifth—like someone hammering a stake in the same spot over and over. One run here, one run there. That’s not building a house; that’s just stacking blocks. Meanwhile, Cleburne’s hitters were drawing blueprints. The fifth inning: one more. The sixth: eight. Eight runs in a single frame—that’s not baseball, that’s a demolition crew with dynamite. The errors... four of ‘em. That’s the foundation shifting. You can’t frame a win on cracked slab.  Sometimes the Prairie School teaches you that if the land is unstable, no roof will save you. Patterns? Luke Short found his rhythm after the fourth inning, settling in while Davis couldn’t keep his line level. The DockHounds’ bullpen leaked like a spring thaw—each inning after the fifth, Cleburne tacked on more runs. The offense scraped four runs on eight hits, but that’s a trolling motor against a launch. They need to find the deepwater gear. Tonight’s verdict: you can’t build a house on a floodplain and expect it to stand. The DockHounds gave Cleburne the lumber, the nails, the blueprints, and the...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/5qG1R_Lj5xkwU1XsV8yp73MNZMTC1RYKSb7bwKr2YOk/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS80M2Nk/MzMyZWU3ZDgwMjAw/NTcxOGRkNGJiYTVk/Y2Y4My5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}