If it's not fun, you're doing it wrong...

...or is it fun because you are doing it wrong? Talk amongst yourselves. Either way.

Moving on. Another subtle evening for ball with no glaring sun and storm clouds passing us by, overhead but slightly to the side. Just barely passing, but sometimes barely is all you need. No rain to put off the games, yet, as the summer comes slowly to a close, we begin to fight our other natural foe of the game. Gloom of night. Even though we are not postal workers, it does not sway our swift completion of the games. Okay maybe not swift, but we get ‘er done and manage to complete our games before darkness makes it too hazardous to play. Okay, more hazardous.

The summer is slowly coming to a close (real slow, please) and even if the playoffs are looming in the near distance, we still have a few regular season games to get under our belt. As with most nights, I am totally oblivious of the score and I am even more unsure of the standings, but you should all know where to look those up by now. May be too late, but still a few games to jockey for position, a few more games to decide whether you are going to play the first place team in the playoffs or maybe a team more closer to you in stature. However, height isn’t everything and means even less when it comes to the various skill levels exhibited by our players. Appears it is mostly true that good things can, and often do, come in small packages. For those of us that come in bigger packages, we can exhibit some good as well, just have further to fall. And, at times, gravity can be a bitch. As the minions returns from their various holiday endeavours, more teams are actually able to take the field with a full complement of original players. No need for subs, as the full team is available to play the game. Well, at least available to populate the field.

The evening, as always, started out presenting a reasonable facsimile of baseball and remained so for the first part but, with all the team members available for some, some parts of the game slowly degenerated (okay, maybe not so slow) into a serious comedy of errors. Serious, as in seriously funny. We seem to thoroughly enjoy our mistakes and it definitely brings amusement unto others. Appears, some may have been exposed to too many various liquids while away and needed to shake off a layer of rust. Guess, as the rust sheds, it can make things a little flaky on the field, tripping some up, while just screwing a little bit with the inherent skill set of others. For me, makes it more fun and if it does less so for you, you may be in the wrong line of play. However, I think not and even if you think you may not belong on the field, everyone else thinks you do and if you’re healthy enough to play, we will make you play in any event. And we will make you have some fun, whether you like it or not. Nothing really to dislike, so you’re sure to like it. Like it a lot. Think we all have that figured out by now, this late in the season.

Otherwise, good or bad, playing as a team or simply playing as a motley crew or a band of misfits, we still have a few games to play before the playoffs. A few games to get your shit together and meld as a team, to fully prepare for the playoffs, to get ready for the games that actually count for something other than the usual truckload of fun. Okay, maybe just being responsible for the trophy in the off-season. And bragging rights, even though most may not listen. But, seriously, do not really need to get your shit together. Just continue leaving it all over the field, leaving you mark everywhere, making your self known as a player. Well, what we deem as a player. Fame can come from just assuming a position. Most often, everyone gets the benefit of the doubt just by showing up (week after week after week). But I digress and I do tend to go on. I’m the type that even if you asked me to write just a few brief words on the benefits of elasticity, I would have to stretch it out.

Think we’ll just focus on the fun bit, even after getting to the playoffs. Seem to all do better when we’re sporting a smile, even if it is the only sporty bit about us. And who knows? Always seem they who have the most fun always end up winning. Winning is always contagious and who knows how far it will take you. Although the context may change, we all end up winners (naught to do with fabulous finds for less). Probably take you further than the standings would indicate. If you bother with that sort of thing. That would be my excuse, anyway. even if I don’t have a reason to use it.