So last night was the final playoff game. In short, I really didn't make any mistakes. I only got up to bat once and struck out. The rest of the game I played catcher for 4 innings. Four brutal innings. As the other team whose name was Reality hit me. They just kept on hitting the ball and kept on getting walked. What that means is that I had to catch an inordinate amount of balls. By the fourth inning I had given up crouching because my lower back was hurting and I could barely throw the ball back. We lost on a mercy rule. I think the score ended up being 20-2. I had one highlight. The pitcher threw the ball and the ball dinked off of the bat straight back and I actually caught it for an out, ending one of the innings. Another scene includes me actually catching the ball as someone was heading for home plate and I did tag the guy with the ball. However the ref said "safe", even though I could feel me tagging him before his foot hit the plate. I didn't really argue though.

The final moment happened when someone was running for home plate full steam and I had my foot on the base. He ran all over me like a football player, except I can't believe I stayed on my feet. I used my new found shoes to hop to stability. I then raised my hands and said to the world "I can't believe I didn't fall down! woo hoo". For me it is the little victories that make a difference. Winning is something I never expect. I think our team was down at how bad we all played. When we would hit the ball they would catch it. Our pitcher didn't throw many strikes either. In the end my softball playing days were fun and were a learning experience. I think I even burned some calories doing it. Maybe I need to join another league for something. But it is so hot in the summer. Maybe a water polo team? I wonder if we have a team? Maybe I can form one and call it the Marco Polo Polo Team.