Whoa (1-4)

I had an absolutely horrific game on Tuesday.
Like, unbelievably bad.
My OPS has dipped to almost Neifi Perez-like depths.

I struck out.
In slow-pitch softball.
I struck out.

I ripped two balls, fairly hard, but right at the third baseman, who snagged them both for outs. (The second one, teammates called out, "Call the cops, 'cause you got robbed!")

My third time up, I decided to try to work a walk. I was up there taking, all the way. With a full count, the payoff pitch was inside, but the umpire knew I was not taking the bat off my shoulder, and I don't think they really value the base on balls in slow-pitch.
So I got rung up.

It stung. Badly.

That is the longest walk you'll face, my friends. The walk back to the bench after getting the backwards K with a couple of guys on base.



On a lighter note, Charlie absolutely tore it up on Monday night in his coach-pitch game. He went 5-5 with 5 runs scored, and made a couple of really slick plays in the field.
Highlight of that game (and of the family's week on the diamond) was a towering fly ball he hit to straightaway center, over the center fielder's head. Stand-up double.
It was huge.

Way to go, Charlie Hustle!