End of the Softball Season
Aug. 15th, 2012 08:42 amI'm always sad to see softball season end, especially since there is so much warm weather left and I feel like playing more. Oh well, there is always next year.
We had a double-header last night that could have easily turned into a triple-header. We were in a double-elimination tournament. My team had already lost a game.
The first game was a great one, we won by six or seven runs, including some decent hits by yours truly. My usual screw-up came in the form of runner interference where I danced around a grounder on my sprint from first to second, getting in the way of the first baseman. I've heard the dancing was impressive, but I promise it was unintentional. So the ump called me out, but not because I didn't have good moves.
The second game was against a team we've beaten before, but they've also beaten us, so it was a flip to see who would win. Okay, at first. We lost by 13 runs. If we had won, we'd have had to play the same team for another game as it would have been their first loss. My team was tired and cranky and not looking forward to playing a third game. We obviously didn't throw the game on purpose, but we were running out of juice and it was very apparent. Still, we had fun with it. My last time at bat, I got walked. I could have swung at it, but I didn't want to have the last out of the season and the next guy up really wanted to bat. So he hit the ball and I was tagged out at second. C'est la vie.
This morning, I'm paying for the double-header with aches in places I often forget about. Did I mention I'm nearly 40? Not sure there is a correlation, but...
We had a double-header last night that could have easily turned into a triple-header. We were in a double-elimination tournament. My team had already lost a game.
The first game was a great one, we won by six or seven runs, including some decent hits by yours truly. My usual screw-up came in the form of runner interference where I danced around a grounder on my sprint from first to second, getting in the way of the first baseman. I've heard the dancing was impressive, but I promise it was unintentional. So the ump called me out, but not because I didn't have good moves.
The second game was against a team we've beaten before, but they've also beaten us, so it was a flip to see who would win. Okay, at first. We lost by 13 runs. If we had won, we'd have had to play the same team for another game as it would have been their first loss. My team was tired and cranky and not looking forward to playing a third game. We obviously didn't throw the game on purpose, but we were running out of juice and it was very apparent. Still, we had fun with it. My last time at bat, I got walked. I could have swung at it, but I didn't want to have the last out of the season and the next guy up really wanted to bat. So he hit the ball and I was tagged out at second. C'est la vie.
This morning, I'm paying for the double-header with aches in places I often forget about. Did I mention I'm nearly 40? Not sure there is a correlation, but...