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On Thursday, The Cowboy informed me that he had joined a rec league (read: beer league) softball team for the summer.
I’m not much of a softball player (I lack the coordination to hit, catch and throw) so I just tagged along to watch (read: drink beer) and go for a run during the game.
The Cowboy’s team was doing really (really!) well – and had technically mercied the other team at the bottom of the fourth, but the other team decided to keep playing.
Fast forward to the bottom of the sixth: Cowboy is playing second, because we have a lefty at plate and the second base person is covering first and second. The person at bat hits a single and the guy on first runs to second. The Cowboy kept his foot on the base and reached to catch to tag the guy out. Buddy overran the base, so as soon as The Cowboy caught the ball and tagged him – he was out.
Well – you should have seen how whiny this grown man was about this; comments included:
Next time I’ll just run him over and put him in the hospital
Are you kidding me?!
This was a 30-something grown man pitching a fit.
I just……can’t comprehend it.
I’m a pretty competitive person, and I suppose losing by 20 runs isn’t cool – but really?! Threatening people?!
If he had pouted any harder going through the handshake line he would have tripped.
No spirit points for that team.Read More