So, I just got back from my second (and maybe last) softball game. Sigh. We set a record! For our team, anyway. The score was 27-1. I batted two times, and both times I struck out. The first time I was just being an idiot. I swung at pitches way above my head because I was so excited to hit. The second time was the ump's fault. Dude, those last two pitches which he called strikes were WAY outside, man!! I was like, what the F? They were way over across me. I mean, the ump must have been like blind. So, I walked back complaining to my dad. And it's ironic, those two strike-outs, because the same thing happened both times: Leslie (a pretty good player on our team who also calls people "Son") stole to third base, and I was up with two outs. The opposite happened in my first game (I was on third and Leslie got out). I played catcher for like 3 innnings and did pretty well. I almost caught this ball for the last out (it was foul) but then it didn't quite fit in my glove. I was so mad. Oh, but then it was funny this one time when I was catching; the bases were loaded, I forget how many outs, and someone from the bench yelled (to the batter) to get a home run. Then the coach was just like, "Cut it out" or something to say "no". I almost started laughing, and I exchanged smiles with the pitcher. It was funny, trust me...so, yeah. We were playing some Slauson players. They were pretty good.
Will update later.
For All Your Maximum Ride Needs
11 years ago
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are you doing sports when you go? i complain to my dad 24/7. he just listens and nods in agreements or tells me to calm down.
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