Animals strike curious poses

Two things that happen to me all the time: wishing I said something after the fact and Wendy telling me what I should have said.

Last night, the GR softball team played Norton. We needed a win to keep alive our slim chance of taking first place of our league. After we drove in 12 runs in the top of the first inning, I had a rocky outing, giving up six runs and walking in at least three of them. Our opponents had two teen-aged supporters on their side who kept making cat noises. "Rowr!" They must have thought they were getting in my head because they did it for the remainder of the game. It was kind of a drag, but I was actually okay with it since they were just kids. It's worse when adults do that sort of shit.


I collected myself, and pitched well. There were at least two innings when I struck out two batters. Strong hitting and aggressive base running didn't hurt. We ran with reckless abandon/stupidity, and forced the other team to make some errors. In the end, we mercy-ruled them. We circled at the pitcher's mound, piled our hands, and shouted, "Robot!"

This morning, I told Wendy about our win and she said that we should have gathered around the mound, started making chimp sounds, and scratching our armpits. Crap! Why didn't I think of that?


As is often the case, there will probably be no next time.