It was a rainy day
Just up until game time, that is. Then the clouds parted and the sun shone down on, how do I put it, our motley crew. Mother Nature blessed us with some of her finest, rewarding us for who knows what, but someone on the league must have done something right, allowing all of us to be spared her wrath. Games were daily close for the most part, teams displaying a somewhat balanced approach, each doing fairly well in pulling their own weight. Some may have pulled more than their fair share of the weight, but size isn’t everything.
Hitting is slowly coming into its stride, some up there hitting for the long ball but coming up a wee bit short, hitting more to the medium and short, some even fairly miniscule. Though the minuscule hits usually end up with a runner safe on base, so there you go. Still early in the season and like a subpar pair of cotton polyester socks, batters will eventually begin to stretch out their hits. Catching errs out on the good side, with more being made than not, but there still appears a numerous amount off mishandles and misplays. Not good for the team making them but fairly enjoyable to watch for others. Just keep in mind, even if you don’t look good doing it, you are bringing a smile to someone’s face and it is always good tot be amusing. Again, early in the season, you’ll get better. At least there’s always that hope. Others still learning the practicality of wearing gloves during a baseball game, preferring to use parts of their body to stop the ball, rather than making the optimal choice of catching it with their glove. Still early in the season, but keep in mind, you may prevent a run being scored, but your body has to last a lot longer than a few baseball games. Best to try to preserve your body parts. If not for yourself then for others. A body is a terrible thing to waste. Best to stick with the glove.
Still a few muscle pulls and people just generally pushing the envelope on less than perfect body parts. Keep stretching before the game and, if you fell a twinge or small aches and pains that you know will feel like you were hit with a hurricane the next day, don’t be a hero. Make others on you’re a team run for you. Some of them might even appreciate the extra exercise and your body may thank you in the long run. Counting still seems to be a hardship for some, with out counts being misconstrued and scores being troublesome to track. Remember there are plenty of others on the field happy to point out your mistakes and correct you. Seek them out. Why think for yourself when there are others more than willing to do it for you? There is a lot of bliss in ignorance, take it when you can. There are also a number of physical aids to assist and, if you stay aware of your surroundings, counting can be fairly easy. If not, there’s bound to be an app for that. In any event, less thought, more bliss. All in all, teams seem to be progressing as expected, some not yet hitting their stride, others overextending theirs. Don’t sweat it, they are bound to forget to stretch and pull something. Prefer they didn’t, but it happens. If you wish to say it quietly, it’s sh..it happens.
Like a good baker’s yeast, most things that start out at the bottom tend to rise. Besides, the regular season is just one long practice up until the playoffs, so no matter how it goes, enjoy it. Good things can seem to quickly pass by, so just grab on and go for the ride. It’s always best to opt out on the side of fun and, if you can’t have fun, at least be fun for others. Make a spectacle of yourself. Not difficult and sometimes quite easy. Amusing others creates good karma and it’s bound to turn around and bite you in the ass one day. And not all bites are unwelcome or need to be treated and sometimes can be quite pleasing. And, like most things left untreated, it can become infectious. Fun and laughter being the most readily infectious. Hopefully, nothing that requires antibiotics but, even so, nothing wrong with a little under the counter medicine.
