Amber found a mixed 3-pitch league for us to join and I was happy to be in on this for a couple of reasons. A) We would be playing together and B) I figured that 3-pitch would be more fun than the slo-pitch that I played a couple of summers ago.
Amber mentions in her blog the concerns I had about our team when the captain arrived, more than half in the bag, and probably a little baked. Our scorekeeper, her boyfriend, was also hammered and while the rest of us were able to keep batting orders straight and such it was a bit annoying for him to be perpetually confused. It was also kind of fun though. I only have one other team experience to compare this all to in my adult years though, hockey, and Todd runs a pretty smooth ship at hockey and all the guys that are on our team are generally my kind of people, so it was a bit to get used to.
Amber got a hit her first at bat, I was proud but not surprised as in 3-pitch you pitch to your own team. I got up and ended up striking out my first at bat, Amber will agree it was because the pitches were terrible – this made me a bit surprised that she got a hit!
The game continued, hits, catches all that stuff. My next at bat the bases were loaded, and we had a different guy pitching. He put it right in my wheelhouse and I really tagged it! Over the fence! Grandslam! I haven’t hit a ball over the fence in like 21 years! (of course in those 21 year I have only played a dozen games of baseball, and the last time I did it, the rule was that you were out!) Either way it was awesome! My other at bat of note I hit it to the fence at center field and got a triple, then sprinted home on the next batter. I was 2/4 at the plate.
At the usual time for the game to be over it was 13-13 and we all decided to play one more inning and we ended up winning. I said to Amber ‘See isn’t it more fun to win?’ She disagrees, she was just happy to play, I was too honestly. I find baseball to be a sport were you just do your best and hope for a good outcome, when I am playing hockey though you are actively competing for the object you need to score with, and so it’s more competitive for me. Ball is a good sport then for Amber and I to play together as no matter the score last night, I had a good time and would not have been bent out of shape if we had lost (she seems to think otherwise).
It was a good night, and I hope future weeks are even better! Next week we might ride bikes over since we play the 6:30 game that would be fun too, and a good warm up to not pull muscles when running!