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whenever it seems like they're all against me, I think of the guys doing MLB games. They have 40,000 there who hate their guts... I can deal with a dozen.
This weekend, I come in from "A" position, throw from F5 gets past F3, rolls to the fence (which goes just a little beyond 1B), rolls past the fence and out of play.
"dead ball... runner, take 2B please."
DC: "No way Blue! Get some help on that!
Me: "No problem. Hey partner, does she get 2nd or 3rd? 2nd? Thanks. Let's play ball."
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