Softball

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.