The Sons of Pitches were peppier, the beer was quenchier and the wings were zingier.
Yes, softball is fun. The camaraderie, the physical activity, the competition, the challenge. All of it is fun, win or lose.
But as long as they keep score, "win" is always the better alternative. Even for old farts like us, winning still matters.
After losing our first two games of the season, each by one run in our opponents' final at-bat, the SOPs emerged victorious last night. We fell behind 10-3, rallied to make it a seesaw affair, led by one run going into the last inning and then made sure we wouldn't suffer another close loss. We scored seven times to blow open the game and finally give ourselves some breathing room. The big cushion seemed to relax us, as we held our opponents scoreless in their final at-bat to win 25-17.
It was fitting that our sensational shortstop Tom, who took a bad-hop grounder to the face a week earlier, finished this one by turning his second double play of the night.
Yours truly snapped out of a mini-slump with a single and two walks, but I was a footnote in this one. My teammates spent the night bashing the ball all over the park, proving true the adage:
Even SOPs have trouble losing when they score 25 runs!