We were actually competitive playing softball today!! The team had been on a 10 game losing streak (although I thankfully didn't play last season and experience the first 8 games of it), but today we played team that we have beaten regularly before (Taida) and another that we have been competitive with (Drifters).
This week, Chang was off enjoying Japan, but we got a couple of the younger blood out there with Eric back in town, Jeff able to make it, and Daniel playing with us, too.
I was on the mound for the first game and breezed through the first four innings, giving up a single run and getting lots of weak popups, even making three or four grabs on my own. We steadily built up a lead by pushing six or seven runs. Then things started unravelling in the fifth inning... I totally lost my mechanics and balls started dropping short of the plate. I think I ended up walking three people over the course of the inning and they narrowed the gap to a handful. After they had started building their rally, Daniel made a great dig in the hole and, with no chance of getting the runner out at 1st, fired home to get the runner by a step. That was a clutch 2nd out that got us ever closer to the end of the inning. During the bottom half, Eric and I led off with our customary flares and singles and both came around to score to help pad the lead back up.
When the sixth inning rolled around, I was slightly less erratic, but got to the point where there were runners on 2nd and 3rd with 2 out and their lone girl on deck. Mike came out and asked if I felt comfortable walking the guy at the plate and throwing strikes to the girl. Of course, I agreed, proceeded to give the guy some lousy pitches, and then faced the girl, who I got to weakly popout before but also walked afterwards. The first pitch was fairly short, so the count ran 2-1. The next one caught the back line of the box and it looked surely good, but as Mike threw the ball back, the ump called it a ball. That threw me for a loop and I took my eyes off the return throw, barely snowconing it and preventing it from pegging me in the face. The next pitch was a solid strike, but with the count full, I threw one that just caught the edge of the plate as it landed to walk in a run. Thankfully, we ended up escaping that inning with the next batter.
When the top of the 7th rolled around we started up 11-6. I had been shaky the previous two, but with a sizeable margin, I think Mike felt comfortable leaving me in there still :). After giving up a couple runs and getting a couple outs, there were runners on 2nd and 3rd, but I lost a guy and walked the bases loaded, putting the tying run on base. The next guy hit a shot out to center, but Jeff snagged it and put an end to an increasingly nervewracking game.
For the 2nd game of our doubleheader, I was playing first, which was a nice break from pitching. Our friends dominated the infield, with Eric, Daniel, Andrew, and I from third around through first. I don't quite remember this game to the same level of detail as I was tired and not really involved in every pitch :) We did give up 6 runs to start the game in the 1st as the ump had a pretty tight strike zone, calling it depending on whether it came down below the batter's back shoulder rather than the simpler way of just calling depending on where it lands. We managed to claw our way back and I actually contributed with a few singles, but fell short, losing 9-7.
All in all, it was much better to not only win, but also play decently and be competitive. It was a whole lot more fun than getting drubbed by over 20 runs! :)