13U. Good visiting team, leading an ok home team 7-4, probably the last inning based on 2 hour time limit. First pitcher walks two, is pulled for the coach's son. I'm in shallow left during the warmups, and hear F5 and F6 grumbling amongst themselves. "This guy sucks" "Might as well go home now" etc. One of them notices me looking at him, and says, loud enough for me to hear (And probably loud enough for F1 to hear, for that matter), "This idiot gave up NINETEEN runs the last time he came in."
I'm internally shaking my head, not at the amount of runs this kid gave up, but at the attitude of supposed teammates.
Anyway, we get two outs, a couple more baserunners, and it's 2 outs, bases loaded, visitors up 7-6 and time has run out. Next batter hits a HUGE pop up, directly between Awful-Teammate-A and Awful-Teammate-B (the players formerly known as F5 and F6). The both say, "I got it." Then F6 says, "You got it, Ed". Then F5, "Mine, mine, aagh!" as he slips down. Then F6, "Still yours!" with a bit of panic in his voice (he STILL could have caught the ball), and it drops - inches from F5's glove and about a foot from F6. R1 and R2 have already scored, Ballgame!
Couldn't help feeling like the baseball gods won one here. Wonder who tripped F5.