I'm sure you're thinking, "But Larry, softball is a drinking man's sport!" And to that I would say, "Yes it is." But if you would've witnessed the brutality of the beating we took in the first of our double-elimination outing, you'd think we were all playing piss drunk at 10:00 am. The reality is that only one of us was drunk (Tony hadn't been to sleep yet from a bachelor party the night before. I think you could still smell a mixture of whisky and baby powder from his trip to the East Side.). But if you would've seen the draw we got ... These guys had matching uniforms and matching bat bags ... on wheels ... with all kinds of softball stuff in 'em. We didn't stand a chance.
The final score of our first game: 25-5. One of their guys hit three home runs that probably went a total distance of 1,600 feet. In comparison, you take Prince Fielder's top three, farthest home run jacks from this year's home run derby, and they probably equal about 1,445 feet. Needless to say, this dude was launching bombs.
In between games we got to recover from our morning beating. Finally, a chance to throw down a couple cold ones without the pressure of running onto and off the field. A nice game of washers was in order.
Game 2 was a much better outing. We hit the ball a couple times. We made some plays in the field, and we even scored some runs. When it all came down to it, we actually tied: 8-8. Unfortunately, because of the tie-breaker rules in place for this tournament, we lost. Apparently we were behind after the first inning, so that means we lost if we're tied when the game is called for time. Oh well!
It was a fun afternoon. We ate, we drinked, we played some ball. Should we do it again next year? Of course! Any excuse to get people together and enjoy a few frosty cold ones is a good excuse in my book ... even if that book is a scorebook ... and the score isn't exactly in our favor.
Cheers!
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