Aftermath
The Giant Robot softball season ended with a wet plop, but we had one more Monday night reserved at Barrington Field for practice. I thought it would be cool for people to invite friends and have a pick-up game.
So there I was at 8:20, watching the previous team pack up their stuff and leave the diamond. Minutes clicked to 8:30 and 8:40. It got pretty depressing sitting there on the cement, stretching out in cleats, and feeling more than a little lonely and pathetic while old frat guys walked onto the outfield to play bocce ball and a couple played catch with a football.
Eventually Michael showed up with a camcorder. We talked about how season unfolded, and that just underscored the finality of the season.
When he asked what the season meant, I had no idea what to say. So I freestyled. I said something about how we don't get paid, hooked up with gear, or covered by ESPN. We may or may not win. We do get to play with each other every week and have fun doing it. That's what playing with the team means to me.
I can see how people would get burnt out after a lengthy season and harsh ending. But damn. This was supposed to be just for fun.
Before I could shed a tear, some players started trickling ing. There were maybe half a dozen of us, just enough for everyone to get a decent workout and also enough to give me hope for next season.
Will play for fries.
So there I was at 8:20, watching the previous team pack up their stuff and leave the diamond. Minutes clicked to 8:30 and 8:40. It got pretty depressing sitting there on the cement, stretching out in cleats, and feeling more than a little lonely and pathetic while old frat guys walked onto the outfield to play bocce ball and a couple played catch with a football.
Eventually Michael showed up with a camcorder. We talked about how season unfolded, and that just underscored the finality of the season.
When he asked what the season meant, I had no idea what to say. So I freestyled. I said something about how we don't get paid, hooked up with gear, or covered by ESPN. We may or may not win. We do get to play with each other every week and have fun doing it. That's what playing with the team means to me.
I can see how people would get burnt out after a lengthy season and harsh ending. But damn. This was supposed to be just for fun.
Before I could shed a tear, some players started trickling ing. There were maybe half a dozen of us, just enough for everyone to get a decent workout and also enough to give me hope for next season.
Will play for fries.
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11:45 AM
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