So this week i find out why when i was 6 years old my father handed me a sega genesis controller instead of a baseball bat, It made more sense. I live in a very small community so some friends of mine thought it'd be fun to throw together a softball team and play on the local city league seeing as how we havent got much else to do. we are the youngest team in the league myself being 18, a good buddy of mine 17, And the rest of our team being 20-somthings. so we get a look at the first team we are to play against their YOUNGEST player was around 45 easily, so we get all cocky thinkin we're all young these guys can barely make it around the bases, easy win right? wrong. we get the slaughter rule enfoced on us and lose 18-2. I was on the bench most that game because i was there late and was put on the roster as an extra batter. Then our second game was a few days later, we win easily 17-5 these guys were alittle younger but their best player was injured in the 3rd inning and we walked away with new found confidence. 3rd game, a girl I've liked for a long time decides to come watch us play, I get sent to my new positon, Right-Field. I play that same positon for 5 innings nothing gets hit out of in-field the whole game. finally they're left handed batter gets up to the plate (lefties have a higher tendincy to hit right-field mind you) knocks the slowest pop-up I've ever seen right to me. I get excited and thought "here's my chance" I run up to it as fast as i can since i was playing deep near the fence i see it its right there!! and then I overrun it and it goes over my head and falls behind me. right-center had to pick it up and throw it in, and we lose that game 12-7. We have another game tonight and supposed to be playing out-field again and the girl I like will also be there again. I shoulda just stuck to gaming.