Got spanked?

Have you ever entered a sporting event so confident that you dusted the trophy shelf for the upcoming addition, only to get your ass whipped like Rodney King? Happened to me, just the other day. And oh what a miserable feeling it is.

Some of you may recall me talking about having the rare opportunity to actually play softball, despite being at a ball field more often than not to cheer and watch. We had our game, a benefit game to raise money, and boy did we feel good coming into that day. Then we all showed up.

The other team's coach Sam (a.k.a. The Lieing Ass Coach) said the only way we lose is if we get lost going to the field. They showed up with three players not on the roster. Guess what? They all played in college or semi-pro. Ok, they have a strong team.

Problemo numero dos... we have two players that signed up to play, acted as though they had some experience (but couldn't make a single practice do to work schedules) and, wouldn't you know it... didn't have a glove or a bat, couldn't catch or hit and one couldn't even thrown from home to the pitcher.

To make matters worse everyone else forgot how to catch, our "big bats" didn't show up and our only highlight was being allowed to leave before anyone noticed that we were missing. I have found satisfaction in knowing that it was a benefit game, not the World Series, and I almost tied the home-run derby. Otherwise it sucked.

I think I should live my softball life vicariously through my daughters. That or learn to accept defeat more graciously.