St ONEs: 1st Jupton, 2nd Jor-El, 3rd DT, SS Ripken, OF Bumblebee, Mike, John, Superdad
TWOs: 1st H, 2nd Horfun, 3rd Rickey, SS Mick, OF Boat, Rugburn, Chano, Matt
ONEs 6: TWOs 9
I honestly don't remember the last time we played in the rain. And when I say rain, I don't mean the dinky showers that occasionally choose to ruin Saturday. I mean full-downpour, can't see the clock tower, lightning and thunder, warning-bell, category 1 storm. IT WAS AWESOME. The rain was so heavy, the ball barely left the infield. The rain was so heavy, several folks chose not to wear shoes. The rain was so heavy if you dug in to the batters box, you couldn't dig yourself out. The rain was so heavy, there were more nipples slipping than people sliding. IT WAS AWESOME.
The best part of playing in the torrential downpour that passes for rain (and yes, it was a freak rain that only happens once every 50 years... or so say the overpaid multimillion $$$ so-called minister/dictator) was that everyone played and everyone stayed. No one pussied out, no one 'called the game off' for bad weather. No one ran to the shelter. No one went to Joes till the game was done and the last out was recorded. There was a tarp, but no one hid beneath it. It was only used to cover our bags to keep our other stuff dry. Meanwhile, the balls were out on the field (And I say that with all meanings of the word).
9 innings we played, 6 innings in the storm, 9 innings in the mud, and the lightning warning only stopped blaring to signal that we had started the top of the 9th. 9 innings we sloshed, slid, dived, hit, threw and caught just like we were playing game 7 of the world series in Yankee Stadium. It was like we had achieved a zen-like state. It was raining, but there was no rain, there was no mud, there was only Saturday Softball.
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