the big game... (no not the football one)
every sunday after church, i participate in an IM softball. it's mostly for fellowship, but sometimes it gets really competitive. however, yesterday was, what david shin call it, a "big game" between our team, the old 5th years and other scrapy players, vs. the JUNIOR team. i was looking forward to this game because junior class guys are... well, like my little brothers. i used to go practice with their team on saturdays and play around with them.
well, i knew that going into the game, i wasn't gonna be able to play 100% because i've been sick this past week. oh, by the way, i'm a lot better now.... anyhow, i pitched really well the first two innings, and although our team 'didn't bring the bat', we were only down by couple of runs. and then, the third inning came.
i was feeling really tired and thirsty all of sudden. my arm was feeling really weak and had hard time focusing. i walked the first hitter, tommy lee, on three pitches, and after the second hitter got a hit, i walked the third hitter to load up the bases. so here i was, not able to pitch with bases loaded with no outs. i was in a jam!
i'm not a quitter, but i really didn't want to make another pitch. i just didn't feel good inside. 'hey, remember it's only a game', i told myslef, 'win or lose, it was all for fun and fellowship'.
well, the next thing i know, i had made a pitch that i call meatball, which just mean that it was a good ball to hit, but luckly the ball had been poped up to the right field. as soon as the ball was caught, i saw tommy tag from third base to home and saw the ball come in from the right field. somehow the ball ended up in my glove and i was close enuff to tag him out before he got to the home plate.
well, anyways... we barely pulled out to win and although i played horribly, we won. i was just glad it was over. the junior guys were kinda upset and i felt bad, but i know that they understand that it was also just a game and they are a good sport so nothing to worry about.
ok, i'm here at work, not doing work. so i gotta get back to work.
here is my stat for yesterday's game.
1 strikeout
3 walks
1 monster homrun allowed (good hit, DANK!)
0-3 hitting (that's just sick!)
edit your blog: what the blog?
every sunday after church, i participate in an IM softball. it's mostly for fellowship, but sometimes it gets really competitive. however, yesterday was, what david shin call it, a "big game" between our team, the old 5th years and other scrapy players, vs. the JUNIOR team. i was looking forward to this game because junior class guys are... well, like my little brothers. i used to go practice with their team on saturdays and play around with them.
well, i knew that going into the game, i wasn't gonna be able to play 100% because i've been sick this past week. oh, by the way, i'm a lot better now.... anyhow, i pitched really well the first two innings, and although our team 'didn't bring the bat', we were only down by couple of runs. and then, the third inning came.
i was feeling really tired and thirsty all of sudden. my arm was feeling really weak and had hard time focusing. i walked the first hitter, tommy lee, on three pitches, and after the second hitter got a hit, i walked the third hitter to load up the bases. so here i was, not able to pitch with bases loaded with no outs. i was in a jam!
i'm not a quitter, but i really didn't want to make another pitch. i just didn't feel good inside. 'hey, remember it's only a game', i told myslef, 'win or lose, it was all for fun and fellowship'.
well, the next thing i know, i had made a pitch that i call meatball, which just mean that it was a good ball to hit, but luckly the ball had been poped up to the right field. as soon as the ball was caught, i saw tommy tag from third base to home and saw the ball come in from the right field. somehow the ball ended up in my glove and i was close enuff to tag him out before he got to the home plate.
well, anyways... we barely pulled out to win and although i played horribly, we won. i was just glad it was over. the junior guys were kinda upset and i felt bad, but i know that they understand that it was also just a game and they are a good sport so nothing to worry about.
ok, i'm here at work, not doing work. so i gotta get back to work.
here is my stat for yesterday's game.
1 strikeout
3 walks
1 monster homrun allowed (good hit, DANK!)
0-3 hitting (that's just sick!)
edit your blog: what the blog?
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