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The Morning After... Softball
May. 8th, 2013 07:12 amOh, the pain... More on that later...
So we had a double-header last night at softball. It rained during the first game of the night, but my team was playing the second and third games. Still, they didn't call a rainout, but the fields were pretty wet, which made for some interesting running.
We played a church group the first game. I don't think they have any gays on their team, but they seem to be really good sports. Their pitcher loved to tap my Shiny Red Helmet(TM) for luck. We beat this team badly the first time we played them, but we made a few errors here and there and it was close. We finally rallied and scored five more runs the last inning to win it.
I was running at high speed around the bases and slipped between 2nd and 3rd to take a rough tumble, but still made it to 3rd safely. My right elbow and knee are scuffed up and sore this morning. It's a balance, as I looked filthy (sign of a good night playing), but was sore as hell the rest of the night.
Since I played catcher the first game, I sat out the second to let my buddy Marty catch. My captain had me "DH" instead, which is awesome. I get to bat, but don't have to take the field, which is great when you're feeling a bit banged up. My last time at bat, I jacked a BEAUTIFUL shot to left field. The guy had to run for it, but managed (barely) to catch it in his glove. I was shocked. His team was shocked, with their pitcher telling me he'd not caught anything all night. Just my luck.
With a tied game and the other team batting last, they had the bases loaded and we needed one out. They had a poor batter up and she knocked it right to our pitcher. He instintively threw to first and it slipped out of the baseman's glove. The runner made it to first, the guy on third scored, and the game was over. $#!+ happens :)
It's my favorite kind of game when it's so close and I really don't mind losing. Their team really came from behind to take it and a bunch of little screw ups added up to the loss.
After I made it home, grabbed a shower and slathered on some Ben Gay on certain parts of me, I went to bed after midnight. I woke up this morning feeling 100 years old. This stuff is supposed to keep me young, right? Ow....
So we had a double-header last night at softball. It rained during the first game of the night, but my team was playing the second and third games. Still, they didn't call a rainout, but the fields were pretty wet, which made for some interesting running.
We played a church group the first game. I don't think they have any gays on their team, but they seem to be really good sports. Their pitcher loved to tap my Shiny Red Helmet(TM) for luck. We beat this team badly the first time we played them, but we made a few errors here and there and it was close. We finally rallied and scored five more runs the last inning to win it.
I was running at high speed around the bases and slipped between 2nd and 3rd to take a rough tumble, but still made it to 3rd safely. My right elbow and knee are scuffed up and sore this morning. It's a balance, as I looked filthy (sign of a good night playing), but was sore as hell the rest of the night.
Since I played catcher the first game, I sat out the second to let my buddy Marty catch. My captain had me "DH" instead, which is awesome. I get to bat, but don't have to take the field, which is great when you're feeling a bit banged up. My last time at bat, I jacked a BEAUTIFUL shot to left field. The guy had to run for it, but managed (barely) to catch it in his glove. I was shocked. His team was shocked, with their pitcher telling me he'd not caught anything all night. Just my luck.
With a tied game and the other team batting last, they had the bases loaded and we needed one out. They had a poor batter up and she knocked it right to our pitcher. He instintively threw to first and it slipped out of the baseman's glove. The runner made it to first, the guy on third scored, and the game was over. $#!+ happens :)
It's my favorite kind of game when it's so close and I really don't mind losing. Their team really came from behind to take it and a bunch of little screw ups added up to the loss.
After I made it home, grabbed a shower and slathered on some Ben Gay on certain parts of me, I went to bed after midnight. I woke up this morning feeling 100 years old. This stuff is supposed to keep me young, right? Ow....
