Yesterday afternoon was a big softball day—the most anticipated game of the year. We (technically, “they.” I’m just a spectator) played Seven (named in honor of the movie Fletch), our old team from which we branched off this season and from whom we received our team name—Eight. If ever a rivalry was to be had in a church softball league, this was it.
The sky was mostly clear, the temperature hovered in the high 70s. Perfect.
There was much good-natured trash talking in the first inning, but both teams’ competitive natures took over after the first couple runs were scored. Silence fell over the diamond, and the players’ faces were set like flint. Seven was in the lead, and going strong. By the middle of the game (I don’t remember inning numbers or miniscule details—I’ll never be a sports reporter), the score was 6-2, Seven in the lead by four runs.
But Eight was not going to take it lying down! An amazing turnaround happened around the 5th or 6th inning—Eight scored four runs and tied the game! No outs! We were going strong! Then, somehow, we were ahead! Eight took a commanding lead and finished the top of the seventh inning with eight runs! The score was 8-6 at the bottom of the seventh. Seven came up to bat, and the tension was high. Could we hold them? Could they come back and win it? It was anyone’s game.
One out. Two outs. A couple base hits, but still no runs from Seven. Then, at the crack of the bat, Jarett shot off of third base and headed for home. Scored. The ball was tossed in from the outfield to tag another runner out, and that was the end of the game.
Final score: Eight 8, Seven 7. Seriously, I couldn’t have made up a more perfect score.
Great job, everyone! Don’t worry, Seven--there’s always next year.
1 comment:
This is AWESOME. From a sports maniac who dwells on the miniscule involved in whatever sport, this makes a perfect story. So why is it that the girls who play beach volleyball have to wear bikinis, and the guys get to wear board shorts?
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