A Screwy End To The Season
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What a funny way to end the softball season. We had a doubleheader due to makeup games, and needed to win one of the two to win the league.
In the first game, we were down by five going into the last inning, and scored 6 in the top of the inning. We got to two outs in the last inning and they had a couple of guys on when the batter hit a liner to left...if our LF had broken back, he probably catches it, but he hadn't had a ball hit like that to him all night, and it carried over his head to the wall. Oh well, game 2.
Here is where things get goofy. We were down by about 4 in the 4th, and the other team had runners on first and second with nobody out. Fuck. The batter grounds to short, and he flips to 3rd. The ump yells "Out 3"...which the batter thought meant "3 outs" and stops running to first. We throw the ball to first, forcing the batter. At that point, the guy who had been on first, who was now STANDING ON 2ND BASE, walks back towards their dugout...so the first baseman tags him. I blink a few times and say "was that a triple play?"
Anyways, we had last ups, and were down by 2 coming to bat. I was sitting down outside the fence watching with my two favorite fans thinking I came up about 7th in the inning, so it would be over one way or the other before it got to me. We proceeded to score 2, make one out, and load the bases. Which of course brought things to me in my 2 for 16 super slump. I turned to Kathy and said "fuck, I guess it is me."
All I gotta do is get the ball to the outfield and we'll probably win on the tag. What do I do? Pop to the pitcher. The ump calls "infield fly rule, batters out." And then hilarity ensued. Our coach, who was on second (damn near where the pitcher catches the pop) for some reason had wandered off the base, just begging to get doubled off (forcing an extra inning if there was time, or leaving it tied...who knows if we would have still won the league). The pitcher flips to the second baseman who somehow muffs the throw. By this time, the guy who had been standing on third breaks for home and scores without a throw.
Goofy.
What a funny way to end the softball season. We had a doubleheader due to makeup games, and needed to win one of the two to win the league.
In the first game, we were down by five going into the last inning, and scored 6 in the top of the inning. We got to two outs in the last inning and they had a couple of guys on when the batter hit a liner to left...if our LF had broken back, he probably catches it, but he hadn't had a ball hit like that to him all night, and it carried over his head to the wall. Oh well, game 2.
Here is where things get goofy. We were down by about 4 in the 4th, and the other team had runners on first and second with nobody out. Fuck. The batter grounds to short, and he flips to 3rd. The ump yells "Out 3"...which the batter thought meant "3 outs" and stops running to first. We throw the ball to first, forcing the batter. At that point, the guy who had been on first, who was now STANDING ON 2ND BASE, walks back towards their dugout...so the first baseman tags him. I blink a few times and say "was that a triple play?"
Anyways, we had last ups, and were down by 2 coming to bat. I was sitting down outside the fence watching with my two favorite fans thinking I came up about 7th in the inning, so it would be over one way or the other before it got to me. We proceeded to score 2, make one out, and load the bases. Which of course brought things to me in my 2 for 16 super slump. I turned to Kathy and said "fuck, I guess it is me."
All I gotta do is get the ball to the outfield and we'll probably win on the tag. What do I do? Pop to the pitcher. The ump calls "infield fly rule, batters out." And then hilarity ensued. Our coach, who was on second (damn near where the pitcher catches the pop) for some reason had wandered off the base, just begging to get doubled off (forcing an extra inning if there was time, or leaving it tied...who knows if we would have still won the league). The pitcher flips to the second baseman who somehow muffs the throw. By this time, the guy who had been standing on third breaks for home and scores without a throw.
Goofy.
posted by Tom at 10:03 PM
3 Comments:
You cursed in front of the B?
She's gonna learn it from somewhere, might as well be from the parents.
You've lost so much muscle weight you can no longer hit past the pitcher? Stop the diet!
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