Softball

So, today I had my first softball game of this season. My team (the Bulldogs) had played oen before this, and lost 23-3. This game, we lost 18-2. And here's how:
I really did not want to do this. I HATE softball. I mean, last season I think our team won maybe one, but I'm not sure...So, I wasn't too optimistic this time. Oh, and to make matters worse, this one girl from my hockey team was on the other team. And she was good. So, as I was walking to our team's bench, I was talking with my mom, saying we should just forfeit. But then, of course, she said we couldn't. And shouldn't. So, to make matters even worse, Coach decided that I had to bat first. I'd rather die. And then I saw the starting pitcher. She was no joke. Here's how my hell went:
I stepped up to the plate, with cheers ringing in the back of my head from my teammates. There was the dirt, the plate, the bat and the ball. The pitcher wound up, and I kept trying to concentrate; deep breaths. It seemed low, but obviously the ump disagreed. Strike one. Man, that was like below my knees!! Ok, so I tried to shake it off. More cheering. I was lucky on the second pitch; it was a ball. Ok, so 1-1.The next one I swung at. It was a foul ball. Ok, 1-2. Crap. I hated this. I hated batting. I hated softball. The next one was a strike. Batter out.
See, I don't mind getting out. I just hate, hate those words: Strike three, batter's out. And I think I could feel some tears coming on. Nah, I'm not the type to bawl or anything, and I'm no sissy. But, still it's an old habit. So, then I cheered on my other teammates. After like 2 innings, there was no score. I played catcher for like 5 innings and my legs were SO FRICKIN' SORE. I stretched them, but it was so frickin' annoying. Plus, the ump would be irksome, talking to me about such and such. Our pitchers were doing pretty good, and only a few stole. Oh, and it was really awesome: my second at-bat, I stole 2 bases after a walk and ALMOST got home, but there were 2 outs and our batter struck out. Oh well. Then, my last at-bat, I was up against my old hockey teammate as the pitcher. She was quite good. I swung at the first pitch and hit the ball. I couldn't see where it went, though because of the darn sun and thought it was foul. it wasn't and went right to the area between pitcher and 3rd base, where the pitcher caught it. Oh well. So, I think I played a pretty good game, but then there was this one play that really ticked me off. I was playing right middle (that doesn't sound right, but whatever). So far, no hits got past into the outfield. Mostly it was walks. But then, there was this one hit that the shortstop got, where it got thrown to first base but missed the first-baseman and then it got really wild. The other team was running like hell, somehow our catcher took off her helmet, got a rock in her face, the pitcher almost had control but then for some reason, the ump just decided not to call time, and the other team scored like 4 runs. I was like, what the frick! I mean, we had possession! But they kept running! OMG, I hated that ump...but when are umps ever good?

Ok, so yeah. That was my game. Then, after that I went to Top of the Park, which I have to write about later.