First some background then a couple of observations. Gist being, last night I had a double header i.e. two softball games back to back starting at 8 p.m. and 9:30 p.m. respectively. At around 7:30, the wind picked up and copious amounts of rain proceeded to drench the landscape. Unfortunately the rain trickled to a drizzle at about 7:55 which basically meant we went ahead with the softball game. The drizzle turned to a torrent for around 2 minutes at 8:16 p.m. and thereafter there was no rain. Leaving in its wake about two dozen soaked softball players with mud uptil their knees.
On the disadvantages of being catcher:
– Home plate is a natural pool. If the pitcher screws up and the ball goes ever so slightly to the right or the left, close your eyes and pray no mud lands on your lips. Everything else goes.
– It is a sad day indeed when one of the heftier players of the opposing team ends up being a bat tosser. A bat tosser by definition is a player who swings and then releases the bat at the end of his swing without missing a beat. Considering laws of physics and momentum, this can prove to be quite fatal for the poor mud splattered soul standing behind him. Luckily for this mud splattered soul, a most unfortunate ump was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
– Generally one never gets thrown the ball directly. It is pretty much always directed to one of the bases prior to being whipped at the catcher. One can only pray that the individual in question had time to get their bearings prior to gunning in towards you. Mind your head.
On yoga pants:
Ever noticed that some pants have those two inch slits at the base supposedly meant to fall over your shoe, flattering your ankle and what not. Those very same pants which happen to be super long and only feasible if you’re planning to shuffle your way through a mall. Point being moi was wearing one such pair of pants. By the mid of the first game I was pretty much running in slow motion (cut to The Final Countdown playing in the background). There were even instances where I was lifting the darn pant legs like a skirt. Suggestion to overcome such an annoyance. Take the two ends of the slit. Cross them over one another. Pull one flap through the hole and viola you have a handy little knot. You look like a freak by this point but considering hardly anyone can see through the rain, who cares.
On “breathable” sneakers:
I allude to the high tech runners with the spongy mesh top. I’d rather my feet suffocate thankyou very much. At least they’d be dry.
On the politics of beating the crap out of another team:
– It is indeed a heady feeling when you end up winning a game by 31 runs (37 to 6 for precision). Ah the joys of going through the batting order twice with 0 out. The ecstasy of two hits (not my hits to clarify) over the fence with bases loaded. The elation on… ok so you get the point. *wicked wicked grin*
And then topping it off with a 15 minute drive home high on Pearl Jam. Zen