playing for Charlie Brown

For the first time in years, I'm on a softball team. I just really missed playng it and signed up with the Hercules Rec Center for any team that needed players. Let's just say that I did not end up on the best team. We've played 3 games and lost them all by a composite score of 44-6. We really, really suck.

Last night was a perfect example. We lost 16-0 and got hit with the 15-run mercy rule. We never got a runner to third base. Nobody, and I mean nobody played well at all. Of course I am included in that. First pitch of the game was a hot grounder to me that went right under my glove. It was all downhill from there. ACtually, it got worse. There was a simple groundball to second and I took the throw at first-probably not much harder than Caleb would throw it and it bounced off of my glove. To make matters worse, as soon as that happened, I dropped an F-bomb on the field. Not one of my prouder moments. In fact, that probbly made me feel worse than the butt-kicking we got on the field, the fact that I could so easily just slide into that kind of language.