WELL THANK GOD THAT'S OVER.
"It's designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything is new again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rain comes, it stops and leaves you to face fall alone" A. Bartlett Giamatti, on baseball.
I play a lot of softball and at the end of the fall season--there are about 100 games right in a row because of the weather. Last night was our second to last game--our last game in one of our leagues and we got beat about eleventy jillion to nine. None of us wanted to be there--it wasn't like we were playing for the championship in that league. We finished fifth. But we did not finish LAST!
The team we played was a bunch of poor sports and there's nothing worse in sports than a bad winner, except maybe a bad loser. This team ran the score up and ran their mouths the whole time about how much we sucked. It's not so much that we sucked, it's that we just didn't really give a rat's behind because we were all tired. Everyone did have an ESPN worthy play, including myself. I play second and there was a ball hit in the gap. As soon as it was hit, I started running to the outfield. It was short, so the outfielder wasn't going to get to it, but I kept running and stretched out with my glove and it fell right into it. Of course, the poor winners started in with "She's just lucky". Hell yes. I'd rather be lucky than good any day.
After they finally called "game", we went back to the dugout and came up with some positives, such as: it wasn't freezing cold, we made each other laugh, we didn't get shut out and most important--we aren't a**holes.
One more game on Sunday and then the long offseason begins. I understand pitchers and catchers report to spring training on February 17, 2006. That's about 170 days away. I can't wait.
"It's designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything is new again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rain comes, it stops and leaves you to face fall alone" A. Bartlett Giamatti, on baseball.
I play a lot of softball and at the end of the fall season--there are about 100 games right in a row because of the weather. Last night was our second to last game--our last game in one of our leagues and we got beat about eleventy jillion to nine. None of us wanted to be there--it wasn't like we were playing for the championship in that league. We finished fifth. But we did not finish LAST!
The team we played was a bunch of poor sports and there's nothing worse in sports than a bad winner, except maybe a bad loser. This team ran the score up and ran their mouths the whole time about how much we sucked. It's not so much that we sucked, it's that we just didn't really give a rat's behind because we were all tired. Everyone did have an ESPN worthy play, including myself. I play second and there was a ball hit in the gap. As soon as it was hit, I started running to the outfield. It was short, so the outfielder wasn't going to get to it, but I kept running and stretched out with my glove and it fell right into it. Of course, the poor winners started in with "She's just lucky". Hell yes. I'd rather be lucky than good any day.
After they finally called "game", we went back to the dugout and came up with some positives, such as: it wasn't freezing cold, we made each other laugh, we didn't get shut out and most important--we aren't a**holes.
One more game on Sunday and then the long offseason begins. I understand pitchers and catchers report to spring training on February 17, 2006. That's about 170 days away. I can't wait.
posted by Ballz @ 6:58 AM
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