this is the third season i've played with the magnetic field softball team. we usually lose. mercy ruled losses are common, as are repeated errors by pretty much everyone on the team, yours truly included. but we have been known to pull a victory or two out of our asses, somehow defeating the gigantic beefcake bartenders from bensonhurst or the must-be-paid ringers from smith street locations.
in the middle of my third season, i have yet to play in one of these victories.
loss after loss has piled up and it's starting to distract me from the happy, have-a-beer-rounding-third attitude that works best for playing softball, especially in a bar league and especially on a pretty crappy team. (no offense guys, but we suck.)
even so, heading into wednesday's game, i was hopeful. the team warming up on the field didn't look very good. it was a beautiful afternoon, i'd done a couple hours of yoga and unlike most days i hadn't gone out late night. so i was in tip top shape.
and then the other team didn't have enough players!!! FORFEIT = VICTORY!!! THE STREAK IS OVER. the postgame mug of the VICTORY pilsner we have on tap never tasted better.
we played a scrimmage anyways, and i played against my team. i think they hate me now for getting them out. but at least we won.
bad parts of the day:
pulled a muscle (location: leg) on the last play of the game.
after the game, calling cars for the team and realizing with the taxi strike in full effect that our chances of getting a car down to red hook were slim to none. waited and waited and waited. thank god the kustard king showed up. from the time we called the car to finally getting on the b61 and making it to the bar took almost an hour.
i'm all for strikes, but can you do it in some way that doesn't inconvenience me? thanks a million.
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