Dammit. I did it again.
It's a never ending vicious cycle. Although, I thought the socks would prevent such an injury, they in fact, did help by not allowing the injury to be very deep.Every time, I think I'm going to heal or even make it through a season without tearing my shit up, I do. Friday was no exception as I slid into home.
Why do you do this to yourself you may ask? This time, I had no choice. Surely you have a choice, Rusty, you say.
Not this time. It's league tournament time in our softball league. Being the competitor I am, I was going to leave everything out on the field. We had locked up the fourth seed and so we played the 5th seed like every natural tournament. Thanks to our lovely spotting runs rule, we were down 6-0 before the game ever started. They jumped on us for four runs to take a 10-0 lead and we hadn't even batted yet. Of course, it seemed like we left our sticks in the bag and only scored one run in our half of the inning. Ten to one after one inning. In the top of the second, they scored three to extend their lead. We came up in the bottom of the second and scored four to cut it to 13-5.
Our team kept chipping away at their lead. It was not like we were making a lot of errors, they were hitting the ball, but our sticks were starting to pop too. We were down 20-19 heading into the bottom of the seventh. With two outs, Nizzle rips a base hit shot and gets on. I come up and single up the middle so Niz moves to second. Batting behind me, Dibbo does something I've never seen as he punches one right over first base. The gods reached down and hit Niz with some speed as he scores the tying run.
Now I'm standing on second as the winning run with two outs. Fidel Castro who was stroking the ball quite nicely, rips a piss rocket that moves their cockyassholeprick short stop to his left. The SS boots the ball which trickles into left field. I'm rounding third with Cko as the base coach sending me home. I stumbled just a bit rounding third but I wasn't going to be denied. I heard both Fidel and Cko yelling "DOWN, DOWN DOWN!!!"
For some reason I was holding my sunglasses in my hand instead of wearing them. I don't know why I didn't have them on but I didn't. I was just focused on home plate. I saw the catcher standing so combining that with the "Down" yells, I went in headfirst to the outside of the plate to score the winning run. Now it was about 97 when I scored and I was literally soaking wet. When I bounced up (yes I really did bounce up) I was caked in mud. I glanced down at my leg, not surprised to see bright red blood in the spot that I always tear open. But that passed as my boys were there pounding on my back.
We had a two-hour break before we played the number one seed at 9:30. That one was another great ball game but we lost 19-18.
After the games, I had to clean my wounds. That was one of the more painful showers i've ever endured. I had to get down and dirty with the abrasion to pull all of the red clay out of it. I know it would have been worse if I wouldn't have been wearing my long socks. I also think that had it not been at homeplate sliding over uneven ground, I wouldn't have chewed up my leg so bad.
Oh well. I think it was worth it.
posted by Rusty @ 10:47 AM
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