You ever make a decission that you regret? And we always say, "no regrets".
I finally have one. Where I do regret a decission I made.
I elected this year to eleviate a little extra BS from my life this year by turning over the Tuesday night softball team that I have been on for 16 years to a friend.
I basically got sick of all the running around to get money and signatures. And then worry about who was going to be there and who was not.
And we pretty much have the same team as we did last year. Less one player who does not play every week, only when deemed needed.
Last nigt, I have to say that I suffered through the most disgusting loss in a softball game in my 20+ years of playing the sport.
It is not like we were out hit. Or even out played. We were just pretty much dumb. I guess when they say a team takes on the personality of their manager. It is true. Because we are probably the nicest group of idiots you could ever imagine.
So through some bad positioning decissions, and just pure suckiness. We lost, again. We have never lost 2 games in a year under my management. And there is no way we should have this year.
The guys who shold place a little extra effort into their personal improvement. well, they don't, and they suck. I for some reason was able to maximize production from the shittiest of the shitty. And these people would come up with a big hit or play here and there. Nothing to be declared an all-star. But they just seemed to come up big when needed.
This year, they all just suck. I would like to think it is all because of me. But I know it is not. I think that everyone just thought, well we had only lost 5 games in the last 5 years. All we have to do is show up, and we will win.
Nope, not anymore. Everyone is gunning for us. Everyone gets up to play us. And well, we do not get up. I serious think that everyone thinks that it doesn't matter what they do, because our top guys will pick us up. But when we never get anything to swing at. It is up to you to do your job.
Left bases loaded 5 of 6 innings. And had a runner on third every inning.
We sucked. So enough with that. I want to say that I was wanting to regain control and salvage the season. But I think it is time I just let it be and see what people are really made of.
So then to the bar last night. I was in a foul mood. Very foul mood.
One of the guys from the team that just beat us by one run. Started talking shit about a guy who was playing right field. He kind of had two bad plays that cost us the game, but that is not the reason why we lost.
But to sit there and talk shit about a guy who is playing in a social league to have fun. You don't kick a beaten dog. Especially when his big mean ass brother is right there all fired up and pissed off.
So I stood up for the kid. cause I felt bad for him. He was beating himself up, and even was crying a little bit. I pulled him aside and said to just let it go. Cause it was a team lost. I mean we had 20 other fuck ups too.
So I step in and demanded an apology, and when that was not coming, I politely said "Please get the fuck away then". Well another buddy steps up and gets in my face, and starts poking me in the chest. I gave what I thought was a light shove to get out of my face. Well, the kid went flying about 10 feet and wound up on his ass. I did feel bad about that. I really didn't mean to push that hard.
So next thing I know I have like 5 people around me. The best quote of the night was from the bar manager."He said that people said i was about to get into a fight, and he was only worried about the 5 guys wanting to fight me" thanks for the props Mark.
So all is calmed down, apologies are said, hand shakes were made. And then I listened to some one who had no business bagging go about his bragging. It was funny.
So all the sudden, Bski is going off, and wanting to fight this other guy. Now if you know Bski, he is not a fighter, and takes a lot of shit with stride. But something made him snap at this guy.
So I played, or should say I tried to be a peacekeeper, until little Andy Mann comes up and tells Bski to go kick the guys ass. So when the most mellow person in the bar is calling out for an asskicking. You know that the guy has it coming.
So Again, I went to say my peace, cause the guy is talking all this shit. And I politley asked him to keep his comments to himself. And he did after our little talk. I think I delievered my point well.
So after bar time, we all wound up outside. And almost again, shit started. But cooler heads prevaled.
So Bski and I shot the shit for a little bit. And as I am walking to my car. The bartenders from the bar come out and wave me down. They mentioned that Andy was at George webbs, and had 3 guys trying to start a fight with him. So they asked me to come along for back up. So I did.
Turns out I knew one of the guys. we used to work together at a bar as security. So he has actually seen me break up fights and finish fights.
So this whole arguement started over MATC baseball. I am like, junior college baseball???? WTF was with people last night???? Myself included.
Well, I guess you can say that some excitement came out rolling last night. Was not a boring evening. That is for sure.
And for my last favorite scene last night. As we leave George Webbs. This kid that was trying to start the shit. After I had a slight comment whispered into his ear that made him shut up, well said something as I left. And as I turned to respond. I saw his buddy who I know, just railed him on the head. I figured, enough said.
Peace, seriously, I mean Peace.
