Also last weekend
Also last weekend we had our last regular season game and, again, the refs and league officials did not enforce the rules on non-team subs which meant our team got screwed again. This being the third game in a row where our opponents used illegal subs, I was pretty vocal in my reaction. Look, either enforce the rules or throw them out. If they had open playoffs (where every team got a berth), I wouldn't mind so much, But the fact is, your record during the regular team is what determines whether or not you make playoffs, and as it turned out we did not, for the first time ever. We just missed the cutoff, and at least two of the teams we played to ties--teams which had three or more non-team members playing on the field at a time--made it into playoffs. So all of those dodgy games where the teams weren't penalized as they should've been worked against US who played by the rules. Just enforce the rules, guys. Or change the playoff structure. Or charge a lot less!
Our captain sent out an email about changing leagues and we're doing some research. It's kind of a shame, as one thing this league does well is the social aspect--the bar time is a lot of fun and I enjoy meeting new people. As it turned out, our team won the bar award (for the first time) and also as it turned out, most of the team was away this week! So just 3 of us, Sam, Nikki and myself, had to drink up that award, a $100 bar tab. Well, it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it! We had like 8 rounds of various shots--Irish car bombs, Jaeger bombs, lemon drops, mystery shots. At one point the bartender showed us he had rootbeer vodka so I had an idea for rootbeer float shots. Nikki went next door and got a single-serving container of B&J cookie dough ice cream (I said get vanilla or something vanilla-based). It took a little while for the ice cream to melt enough so we could "shoot" it but eventually it was ready. Down went the vodka, then the ice cream--OH MY LORD. It was YUM. We had a lot of fun and I documented the whole thing for the rest of the team. Oh, we also get special mugs as part of our award.
Also, I had an awesome softball game Saturday. I showed up with Griffin and since our team had so many females, and Fordham had only 1, we were going to give them one of ours. I offered to go, which caught Steve, our (sexist, obnoxious) captain by surprise--he said "well, that messes up my infield now." We've played against Fordham many times and they're all really cool, plus they bring beer to their games :) We had a BLAST--Fordham was coming up with these hilarious things to yell as their batters went to the plate. Like "Clear your browser!" (meaning no pop-ups). And "Let's go to the strip bar!" (meaning let's get some singles). So I came up with "Let's empty the dishwasher!" (meaning put it away) and then "Let's sing some Lez Miz!" (meaning "Bring him home"). Love that last one!
I also made what was referred to as "the play of my career" at 2nd base. Someone was up and hit it to my backhand--that is, to my right (so I had to backhand it with my glove). I scooted to my right but mistimed the grounder so it went past me. Then two batters later, Steve was up and he hit it quite hard--another grounder to my right. Because of the previous hit, I was able to make the corrections, time it properly and scoop it up backhand. He'd hit the ball so hard, it knocked me backward a little--I was a little dazed because I couldn't believe I'd actually gotten it and then I realized--hey, I still have to throw it to 1st! I was just barely able to make the throw but yes, he was out. Everyone on the field had a reaction! It was awesome, when we went out for beer afterward even Steve congratulated me. And yes, it made it so much sweeter that it was our sexist, obnoxious captain :)
Our captain sent out an email about changing leagues and we're doing some research. It's kind of a shame, as one thing this league does well is the social aspect--the bar time is a lot of fun and I enjoy meeting new people. As it turned out, our team won the bar award (for the first time) and also as it turned out, most of the team was away this week! So just 3 of us, Sam, Nikki and myself, had to drink up that award, a $100 bar tab. Well, it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it! We had like 8 rounds of various shots--Irish car bombs, Jaeger bombs, lemon drops, mystery shots. At one point the bartender showed us he had rootbeer vodka so I had an idea for rootbeer float shots. Nikki went next door and got a single-serving container of B&J cookie dough ice cream (I said get vanilla or something vanilla-based). It took a little while for the ice cream to melt enough so we could "shoot" it but eventually it was ready. Down went the vodka, then the ice cream--OH MY LORD. It was YUM. We had a lot of fun and I documented the whole thing for the rest of the team. Oh, we also get special mugs as part of our award.
Also, I had an awesome softball game Saturday. I showed up with Griffin and since our team had so many females, and Fordham had only 1, we were going to give them one of ours. I offered to go, which caught Steve, our (sexist, obnoxious) captain by surprise--he said "well, that messes up my infield now." We've played against Fordham many times and they're all really cool, plus they bring beer to their games :) We had a BLAST--Fordham was coming up with these hilarious things to yell as their batters went to the plate. Like "Clear your browser!" (meaning no pop-ups). And "Let's go to the strip bar!" (meaning let's get some singles). So I came up with "Let's empty the dishwasher!" (meaning put it away) and then "Let's sing some Lez Miz!" (meaning "Bring him home"). Love that last one!
I also made what was referred to as "the play of my career" at 2nd base. Someone was up and hit it to my backhand--that is, to my right (so I had to backhand it with my glove). I scooted to my right but mistimed the grounder so it went past me. Then two batters later, Steve was up and he hit it quite hard--another grounder to my right. Because of the previous hit, I was able to make the corrections, time it properly and scoop it up backhand. He'd hit the ball so hard, it knocked me backward a little--I was a little dazed because I couldn't believe I'd actually gotten it and then I realized--hey, I still have to throw it to 1st! I was just barely able to make the throw but yes, he was out. Everyone on the field had a reaction! It was awesome, when we went out for beer afterward even Steve congratulated me. And yes, it made it so much sweeter that it was our sexist, obnoxious captain :)