We created the team as an excuse to get our group of friends together once a week. Life gets busy and we aren't all into dungeons and dragons (anymore at least.. not since Andy decided to cast a wicked spell on me), so it can be challenging to see everyone often. And who doesn't want their own custom baseball jersey?
|not the actual line up... this was an early lineup|
We did look sharp in our uniforms. I quickly compared ourselves to the competition. Their average age had to have been close to 40, with only three youngsters bringing it down. I thought we would kill them. As the home team we took our defensive positions. Whack, whack, whack. They were up 4 runs and we somehow got out of the inning. I would be batting third, which would be an epic mistake. I took two balls and then struck out - looking. My first at bat was a backwards K. That would be a foreshadow of things to come.
We couldn't hit. There was some bright spots, but compared to the old men, who could rake, we couldn't get it out of the infield. It was rough. I think we lost by more than 7 runs. That was opening day. Luckily I ate plenty of oranges my wife sliced for the team in the dugout. That was fun...