Softball News

The late night softball game did not help my fatigue today.  I felt like a zombie, blowing through calls and closing cases out.  But anyway, I wanted to talk about my line from last night, because it’s a crazy one:

1 hit in 1 at-bat.  3 runs batted in.  3 bases on balls (walks).  4 hits-by-pitch. 1 error.

What does this mean for the uninitiated?  It means that I got hit by a pitch four times.  In slow-pitch beer league softball, when you get hit by a pitch, you don’t get a free pass to first base.  This is unusual, because I always understood the rules to mean that if you get hit, it’s automatically a walk.  Every league, except this one, follows that rule.  It was bizarre to a not so lesser degree when I got hit by a pitch TWICE in the same AT-BAT!  I’m not kidding.  Guy plunks me on the first pitch, then he plunks me for ball four, and I’m looking at the ump, wondering when he’s going to toss this guy.  Last game, I got hit 3 times, and two other batters also took hits, including one of our women players, when she got plunked in the leg.

So, I drew 3 walks.  And also, in slow-pitch, if there’s a girl on deck, if you walk the batter to get to the girl, the batter gets TWO bags, not one.  So three times, I was standing on second base.  The first time I drew the walk, it was bases loaded, so I got 2 RBI off of it.  I got the third RBI on my single to left.  Even though we lost the game by 11 runs, it was a much better deficit than our previous games.  Scoring 10 runs was a big improvement over our last game (we scored 6), and the previous game when we scored 3.  I’m seeing this as an improvement on our ability to drive the ball in.

I’m looking forward to next week’s game… I just kind of wish more people would come out to see us play. :/


For the past couple of nights, I’ve kind of been finding myself staying up late into the morning hours.  I often find myself still awake and not really able to go to sleep.  I haven’t changed much to my routine, but it kind of feels like the same sleeping pattern I fell into when I was in college and working for Acer back in 1995.  I would stay up real late one night, then sleep early the next, and go back and forth.  Of course, back then, my nights off were split and not together like my weekends are.

What have I been doing on those nights?  Writing.  I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but I’m going to take it as a good thing for now, considering that I’ve been pretty much on a dry spell for writing in the last forty-five days.  Untitled #55 has most of my attention lately, and I’m eager to bring it to a close so I can move on to other things.  In the meantime, though, I can’t write if I’m utterly exhausted.  Tonight, however, I will be playing a softball game and I only got like 3 hours’ sleep last night.  I will definitely be tired tonight.  I just hope I’m not completely zonked by the end of the game!

In other news, I started my sit-up program yesterday and will be continuing tomorrow.  I did 93 reps.  I want to push that to 125, if I can.  Push-ups are tonight before the game.  This is our last game of the spring season.  Wish me luck.

Olympic Fever, Baby!

Every year since I could remember, my family and I have always watched the Olympics. Since the 1980 games in Moscow, I can recall sitting in my family room and enjoying the competition of the worlds’ athletes every four years (until 1992, when they started staggering the Winter Games). I never miss out. My favorites are volleyball, basketball, baseball, softball, swimming, and for some reason, I always seem to catch the Equestrian. It never fails! This year, instead of happening upon it, I shall seek it out and get it over with. I have no idea what it is about the equestrian that just sucks me in.

I was in awe of the opening ceremonies last night from Beijing. The Chinese know how to put on a show, but as Julia and I were commenting on the torch-lighting ceremony, I said that I thought the best torch-light I’d ever seen was Barcelona ’92. When they passed the torch fire to the archer and he had the one shot to hit the target.  At the time, I thought it was the best way ever to light that torch.

Paralympian Antonio Rebolle gets ready to send the torchs flame into the huge cauldron at the 1992 Olympics in Barcelona.

Paralympian Antonio Rebolle gets ready to send the torch's flame into the huge cauldron at the 1992 Olympics in Barcelona.

Did anyone else fast-forward through the march of the athletes? Julia and I sat through a healthy chunk of the smaller nations, but once we got to Italy, and it was starting to get later and later into the night, we decided to time-shift on the ol’ TiVo and blow through the geographical trivia contest and slow it down during the more impressive nations (such as the UK, US, etc). I cheered for the Japanese national team early on in the march, and of course, the “Chinese Taipei” team waving their specially-designed, least-offensive Olympic flags instead of their own national flag (which China finds too offending to display). Here, I thought the Olympics were about setting aside differences and competing on a level playing field… but whatever. The reception of the team from the US was heartwarming. It makes me want to pull for Chicago in their bid for the 2016 games, and wish that the San Francisco bid for 2012 wasn’t such a spectacular failure. I think having the games in the Bay Area would’ve ruled big time, and I don’t care how much of a traffic jam it would’ve caused… I love the Olympics.

My question to my readers today is in two parts: 1) Are you watching the 2008 Games? 2) If so, what’s your most favorite event?