Gametime
Tonight the GR softball team plays its final game of the season. You'd think I'd be used to playing these things by now, but I still get stressed out. Seriously, I worry all day about fucking up and letting the team down.
This time more than ever, for a couple reasons:
1. The last two games I played, we got beat badly. When I was away in San Diego last week, we crushed the competition. Mercy-ruled them, even.
2. We're playing against a pitcher that no one likes--including his own team. He's kind of a dick, and is uncool to his own teammates as well as the opposition. He accused me of cheating when we played them the first round! Like I would doctor a ball in slow-pitch softball!
Anyway, I'm drinking an ice coffee and about to move onto a bowl of cereal to power me through the night. (Last game was during mag deadlines, and I was totally tired, hungry, dehydrated, and didn't have water--was totally out of jizz.)
If we win, we'll end the season with an exclamation point, grab second place with authority, and look forward to the summer tournament. We might even eat at somewhere like Roscoe's. If we lose, everyone will be bummed and I'll go home and do laundry.
Such are the stakes of the lowest level of parks & recs sports.
This time more than ever, for a couple reasons:
1. The last two games I played, we got beat badly. When I was away in San Diego last week, we crushed the competition. Mercy-ruled them, even.
2. We're playing against a pitcher that no one likes--including his own team. He's kind of a dick, and is uncool to his own teammates as well as the opposition. He accused me of cheating when we played them the first round! Like I would doctor a ball in slow-pitch softball!
Anyway, I'm drinking an ice coffee and about to move onto a bowl of cereal to power me through the night. (Last game was during mag deadlines, and I was totally tired, hungry, dehydrated, and didn't have water--was totally out of jizz.)
If we win, we'll end the season with an exclamation point, grab second place with authority, and look forward to the summer tournament. We might even eat at somewhere like Roscoe's. If we lose, everyone will be bummed and I'll go home and do laundry.
Such are the stakes of the lowest level of parks & recs sports.
posted by gr at
5:59 PM
FYI, GR won 19 to 4. I pitched three innings, had 3 strikeouts and 3 walks (unofficial stats). Also, I hit my first ever grand slam. Fuck yeah!
-mw
Awesome. I was thinking last night about how cool it was for you to hit the gamebreaking slam with your Mom and family there.
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