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It was incredibly cold night to play. The temps were in the low 60s, but it was overcast and windy, which made for a very chilly night to play. We had a double-header, the early game and the late with a hour break in between.

The first team we played was not very good, but both teams are in the recreational division. Several of them were working out injuries. We beat them easily, but we were courteous, taking only one base when we could grab two. One inning, we even gave them six outs so they could bat around more. Playing right field, I caught a pop fly for the final out of the game.

The second game was more aggravating. It's the team "formerly known as Shooters," named after a closed country/western bar. They were in the competitive division last year, but they claim they've lost and replaced players and now are in the intermediate division. I saw some of their replacement players and they are past players on the team. On their whole team, I'd say maybe two of them play at the intermediate level. The rest are still at the competitive level.

Naturally, they trounced us, 30-something to some single-digit score. Sore losers are bad enough, but sore winners are freakin' worse. One of our guys had three fouls and was about to bat again, when the pitcher said he should be out. He said the rule was one free foul, but the ump was allowing it. Now, the Sheldon Coopers of the world would say rules are rules, but when you already have a double-digit lead on us, it looks very petty.

Worse, I was catching the second game and had to listen to three straight, insufferable twats on their team sit on the bleachers and give ESPN-like play-by-play of every mistake we made. When two outfielders nearly collided on a high fly hit, dropping the ball, they were laughing and talking about our team's lack of communication. They communicate better, they said cackling. It grated on my last nerve.

Normally, I'm very jovial, cracking jokes with the batters as they come up, and I did for the first part of the game, but after this insult to injury I had no f**ks left to give. After they batted through their line up the second time or so, we finally got a third out. I was coaching first and the other team's first basement tried to joke with me, but I just smiled and let it go. Their scorekeeper tried to flirt with me, but I wasn't in the mood and just nodded without a word.

Ironically, while I ended the first game by catching the last out, I ended this game by being tagged out at second.

I think our captain is going to report their playing level to make sure they play in the right division. We're not perfect, but against an intermediate team, would have done much better. I don't want it to sound like we're sore losers. We lost both games last week and had a great time, but dealing with the overly macho crap with this team made it no fun at all.
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