Tonight was a "tournament" of sorts and we had a skeleton crew of players, with a couple of fill-ins who were on our roster. I was showing my bruised leg to anyone who remembers last week's hit. The first game was easily my best game of the year. I had multiple hits, scoring runs, and did some damn good fielding work in right field. I was two swings into a possible strike-out, when I said:
"Ah am NOT buyin' another round of beer for y'all! Ah am hittin' this next one or else!"
To which, the catcher asked where I was from. Even the umpire was cracking up. And the next ball was hit and went screaming down the fair side of the third base line.
We won the first game, which meant we had to play another one. Tired from the first game, drinking quite a bit of beer, and playing without our normal players, we did a great job the second game, but were really there just to play and have fun. We lost the second game, which was full of my normal screw-ups, but thankfully
kybigstew and I were having fun in right field.
So the season is over and we were the runner-up. I'm good with that. I haven't felt this good in a long time. And to top it off, someone gave his phone number to a teammate's wife in the stands to give to me. That actually is a first for me, an anonymous phone number with a name. I wasn't sure that even happened anymore.