So, this morning I woke up and realized I am pretty pathetic. I am 26 years old and I am still frustrated and crabby when my slow pitch co-rec team looses a game. How pathetic is that? We are in a park district league with a bunch of friends and we are out there to just have fun. Not only is the team filled with super fun people but we usually have the biggest fan base of any team out there. It is a Thursday night that is filled with good times. Yet, as I went to bed this Thursday I was bitter. In my mind I thought of all the things I wished we had covered in practice, and the foolish pitch that I swung at because I didn't want to walk (instead I hit a crappy ball up the middle that the shortstop was able to turn a double play), and the silly little things that in the grand scheme of life don't matter. What is my obsession with this silly game and why do I care so much about winning? Any who, Scared Hitless lived up to their team name and let two slide by. I am sure this week we will all find ourselves at the batting cages and get our bats in line for our next Thursday night's match up.
