Warning!!! This blog is neither thought provoking nor philosophical in the least!!!
Another Monday night, another softball game. You all who know me know that I dread Monday nights this Fall. Yucky softball. Strike-out queen. Dirt…….YECK!!!!! An hour of torture every Monday night. I’ve escaped the past few weeks with the cruise and then a toe injury (hee, hee, hee!!! That pain was worth missing a week of softball!), but I had no excuses this week. DARN and DRAT!!! So at 6:16 last night, we took the field. I had been relegated to right field early in the season. Not much action out there, which is good, since my fear of the ball has not lessened at all over the past two months of playing.
It was a busy night on my innings in right field (I trade off with one other girl during the game). I actually had to field four balls hit to right. Thank goodness they weren’t fly balls!!!! I can field like a champ…held the runners to first every time. Yay!!!! Then it was time to bat. Double DRAT! I hate this part worse than anything else. First time up…..strike out. As usual. I swung at a ball that was way outside, but I had psyched myself out, and was back on the bench again. Going into our last ups, we were down by 4 runs. One out, and it was my turn to hit. At least I couldn’t make the last out!!! I WALKED!!! YAY!! My first time on base when I wasn’t just running for someone else!! YAHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I ended up scoring on a hit by one of the guys. We went up by one run, and had to hold them in the bottom of the inning in order to win.
Our team consistently loses in the last inning of the game. We’ll even get two outs, and then give up 16 runs in the last inning. It’s awful. It’s humiliating. It’s like watching the Bad News Bears only worse. So, we were up by one and the other team got their last ups, being the home team. One out down……guy hits a double. Then our pitcher walked a girl. Runners on first and second. Uh-oh…..Here we go again. Pop up to the pitcher, only one out to go to victory. Grounder to short (my hubby who actually broke a finger playing last night!) who steps on second, game over. WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I stilll hate softball. Only 5 more weeks of tortuous Monday nights to go. I’ll never play again!