Game 3 preview

Well, I'm back at shortstop. And I've dropped another spot in the order, down to 9th (out of 11 batters). Which is about right, as I'm tied with having the lowest OPS on the team: a paltry 0.333.

I'm 0-4, but I truly was robbed of one hit in the first game - the third baseman made a heck of a grab on a liner headed for left field. If that one had sneaked through, I'd be tied with 5 other guys on the team with only one hit, and my OPS would be up to .750.
So, I'm not as much of an anchor around the team's neck as I've felt like. I just get one or two to sneak through and I'll be right there.

I'm still terrified of a ball coming my way in the infield. It's a bit of a catch-22. I think if I handled a couple of grounders and threw the batters out, I'd have more confidence out there, but I don't want to get the ball to me, giving myself the chance to handle them.
The ball will find me eventually. Just keep it in front of me and take it from there.

Larry, our pitcher, sent around a team-wide e-mail yesterday apologizing for his play. Which is ridiculous, as - while he did walk some guys - more balls were put into play and butchered behind him. If anything, the team should be apologizing to him for not getting the outs on the well-hit balls. It's not like you're up there to strike guys out in slow-pitch recreational softball. The point is to put the ball into play and let the fielders make the plays. Which we're just not doing.

There's one guy on the team, a real competative guy. He's the only negative thing about the experience so far. He takes it all a little too seriously . . arguing at length with the ump in the first game, and harranguing his teammates about misplays. Dude, if you're that concerned with winning, go play in a competative league. This is a rec league. We're doing this to have fun.

I'm afraid we're going to come to loggerheads about this in the next couple of games.


Not to confuse this with my other blog, but as I typed that, I got to wondering exactly where the term "loggerheads" originated. Turns out, it's Shakespeare. You go, William!