Why don't you ever hear of the guys that tie the game?
The softball whore is back.We played a team we probably should have trounced tonight, but we decided to have our heads up our asses and give them runs. I'll take part of the blame as I biffed one out in the outfield. Oh well, I think I made up for it at the plate as I went 2-3 with a sac fly and 3 RBI.
Tim and I wondered after the game why the guys who knock in the tying runs never get any credit. We wondered this because in the bottom of the 7th, we were down 16-14. I was up with one out and we had runners that had good wheels on second and third. My thought as I got up was, "All I've got to do is rip a deep fly ball, and these rubber arms out there won't be able to gun Danny down." I blasted a shot. However, this damn Kansas wind that's been blowing for about a week held it up. The left fielder did have to move about 4 steps back to catch it. Josh and Danny scored and we were tied. As I trotted back to the dugout, Dustin told me that I would have flat burned the LF if there wouldn't have been any wind.
Even after the work I did, we didn't score any runs to win. So we head back out into the OF and promptly give up two runs to be down 18-16 in the bottom of the 8th. Our 11th batter, Tom, walks. Adam singles and Tom holds up at second. Casey steps up and rips a single tha loads the bases. Up to Tim, he rips a base knock that scores both Adam and Tom. Enter Josh, who lines a shot up the middle to win the ball game.
It was a good win. This team lacks some team chemistry but oh well.
Honestly though, we should have run ruled those guys. I know I've bitched about the field, but sweetbabyjesuswithacowlick, I think we're playing in a cow pasture. I ended up with freaking stickers. STICKERS!! Freaking sand burrs in the freaking outfield. I mean how hard is it to plant some regular grass and keep the freaking stickers out of my socks and cleets. If a ball rolls to you and you throw it back, you have to pull the stickers out of your HANDS!!! I got home and watched Smallville. While laying on my bed, I had TWO stickers fall off of my socks. DAMMIT get some RoundUp and kill that shit.
Now, for the Sid conversation of the week. For those of you who don't know, Sid is my father.
Just out of the blue, he posed this question to me.
"Would you rather touch a cadyver or grab a rattlesnake?"
"A cadyver? What the hell is a cadyver?" I asked.
"A dead body."
"You mean a cadaver."
"Yes, would you rather touch a dead body or grab a rattlesnake?"
"Um, could the rattlesnake bite me?"
"Well, they would hold it down and you would have to grab it behind the head and pick it up."
"Okay, so the rattlesnake couldn't bite me and turn me into a cadyver?( I got the finger at that one) I think I'd have to go with the rattlesnake. I don't think I'd really want to touch a cadaver."
"Oh."
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Where the fuck did that come from? Cadavers and rattlesnakes? Holy shit, do you guys do drugs at work or what? If that's the case can I get some of that shit, becaust it's good shit." He laughed.
"I was thinking about the guy I worked with and how he wouldn't eat the rattlesnake because he was sure he would get posion."
I smacked my forehead and almost wanted to knock myself out because of that. Only the guy, would say something that stupid. I ended up cutting off the conversation as it could have taken an even weirder turn. Sometimes I worry about my pops.
posted by Rusty @ 11:56 PM
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