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Softball With Nine
Jun. 17th, 2014 09:31 pmTonight we had the early game at softball. As we were getting ready to take the field, we only had nine players. We can play with nine players, but the tenth position in the line-up causes an out every time it comes around, which really hampered us.
To add insult to injury, the opposing team had an extra player show up after the second inning, a young college age guy who looked and played like he was a ringer. Ugh.
Still, we held our own as best we could. I had four decent hits tonight, making it to base three of the four times at bat. Things on that front are improving somewhat. My third time at bat, I hit it right into the lanky short stop on the opposing team. His arm span is twice his height, I swear. Luckily, the last time at bat, I knocked it right over his head. Take that, tall boy!
We were ahead by one run at the top of the seventh inning (the last) and we were the home team. If we could prevent the visiting team from scoring a run, the game was over. The late arrival college guy was up to bat and my team captain, who is also the pitcher, made a strategic move. We walked him.
Now normally we don't pull such stunts (though perfectly allowable), but with us down a player and them pulling a ringer in on us, we played the card. The batter made a face and begrudgingly sauntered to first. The next two batters were two of their less capable female players. With one out in the bag, we got the next two batters out and the game was over.
Despite having a serious handicap when we started this game, I was happy we managed to pull it off.
To add insult to injury, the opposing team had an extra player show up after the second inning, a young college age guy who looked and played like he was a ringer. Ugh.
Still, we held our own as best we could. I had four decent hits tonight, making it to base three of the four times at bat. Things on that front are improving somewhat. My third time at bat, I hit it right into the lanky short stop on the opposing team. His arm span is twice his height, I swear. Luckily, the last time at bat, I knocked it right over his head. Take that, tall boy!
We were ahead by one run at the top of the seventh inning (the last) and we were the home team. If we could prevent the visiting team from scoring a run, the game was over. The late arrival college guy was up to bat and my team captain, who is also the pitcher, made a strategic move. We walked him.
Now normally we don't pull such stunts (though perfectly allowable), but with us down a player and them pulling a ringer in on us, we played the card. The batter made a face and begrudgingly sauntered to first. The next two batters were two of their less capable female players. With one out in the bag, we got the next two batters out and the game was over.
Despite having a serious handicap when we started this game, I was happy we managed to pull it off.
