Our work softball team played their forth softball game last night loosing 18 to 2 against the First Baptist team.  For the record, I didn’t play.  I generally don’t play sports at all but once uniforms get involved its become way too serious for me.  They’ve got shirts.

Even though 18 to 2 is a big loss its worth saying that thirteen of those runs occured in the top of the first and we had our “second string” starting. 

My favorite play occured in that first inning when ClientN threw the ball home where not one, not two but three of our infield players had gone to assist the catcher.  It looked like we were taking a fortress defense, the Red Rover stradegy.  When ClientN threw the ball, all four of the girls missed it bringing in not one but two runs as they chased down the throw.

I sat in the stands with DAS, JW and a few former employees.  We probably had a total of fifteen people in the stands, much more than the opposing team.  We screamed and cheered like it was a major league game.  I wanted to heckle but when you’re down by sixteen points you really can’t talk a lot of trash.