So... take a look at the box score from my last game.
HR: D Shin (2); 2B: S Adams (3); D Shin (3); SB: I Hoyos (1);
Pretty good huh? I went 3 for 3, hit another inside the park home run (another shot down the right field line), and drove in four runs. Many of my teammates also had varying degrees of success -- S. Adams missed a [real] home run by probably a foot, curving a long drive just to the left of the left field foul post. But then, check out these numbers:
Those of you who are familiar with box scores will noticed that my team scored nine runs, while the opposing team poured in... 34. Thirty-four to nine (!). Even football teams don't anticipate this sort of success. In probably the most one sided game I've ever been involved in, we were absolutely demolished on Saturday night. Our second pitcher faced seven batters... and walked all seven. All came around to score. I didn't help matters any by misplaying three semi-routine flyballs in the early innings.
Though to be fair, my stomach was churning like nobody's business. These damn fiber bars I've been eating give me an immense amount of gas, and apparently with the concentration and adrenaline of game time, there is little to no avenue for this gas to escape. I felt like I was going to duke my pants rounding third base on my home run sprint. Luckily I could have slid and passed the brown stain off as dirt, but scoring standing up is much more satisfying. I was pretty OK for the rest of the game, but the second I got into my car I let lose with a series of gaseous eruptions that lasted for no less than (I kid you not) twenty straight seconds. So lesson learned: no fiber bars before athletic events.
I finished off the night with a trip to Arby's to try their BBQ Bacon Cheddar Roastburger from the commercials. Oh my goodness was it delicious! It almost made me forget that I had just been involved in one of the most lopsided shellackings in the history of modern amateur sports. Here's a picture, which may or may not do the sandwich justice:
It looks disgusting because I used a cell phone camera. Yeah... it's the cell phone camera.Go and try it, before or after my
Next game: Sat. July 18th, 12:30PM @ Eastlake Community Field
| Batters | AB | R | H | RBI | BB | K | AVG |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| M. Piper | 4 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0.217 |
| I. Hoyos | 4 | 2 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0.261 |
| D. Mertens | 2 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0.538 |
| S. Adams | 3 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0.450 |
| D. Shin | 3 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0.545 |
| J. Flores | 3 | 1 | 1 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0.467 |
| E. Meyer | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0.308 |
| J. Osnaya | 3 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0.231 |
| D. Smith | 3 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0.250 |
| K. Jones | 2 | 1 | 1 | 0 | 1 | 0 | 0.273 |
| Totals | 29 | 9 | 12 | 9 | 2 | 3 |
HR: D Shin (2); 2B: S Adams (3); D Shin (3); SB: I Hoyos (1);
Pretty good huh? I went 3 for 3, hit another inside the park home run (another shot down the right field line), and drove in four runs. Many of my teammates also had varying degrees of success -- S. Adams missed a [real] home run by probably a foot, curving a long drive just to the left of the left field foul post. But then, check out these numbers:
| Pitchers | IP | H | R | ER | BB | K | ERA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| J. Osnaya | 5.0 | 12 | 20 | 13 | 7 | 0 | 10.57 |
| I. Hoyos | 0.0 | 0 | 7 | 7 | 7 | 0 | 120.90 |
| E. Meyer | 1.0 | 5 | 7 | 7 | 6 | 0 | 30.34 |
| Totals | 6.0 | 17 | 34 | 27 | 20 | 0 |
Those of you who are familiar with box scores will noticed that my team scored nine runs, while the opposing team poured in... 34. Thirty-four to nine (!). Even football teams don't anticipate this sort of success. In probably the most one sided game I've ever been involved in, we were absolutely demolished on Saturday night. Our second pitcher faced seven batters... and walked all seven. All came around to score. I didn't help matters any by misplaying three semi-routine flyballs in the early innings.
Though to be fair, my stomach was churning like nobody's business. These damn fiber bars I've been eating give me an immense amount of gas, and apparently with the concentration and adrenaline of game time, there is little to no avenue for this gas to escape. I felt like I was going to duke my pants rounding third base on my home run sprint. Luckily I could have slid and passed the brown stain off as dirt, but scoring standing up is much more satisfying. I was pretty OK for the rest of the game, but the second I got into my car I let lose with a series of gaseous eruptions that lasted for no less than (I kid you not) twenty straight seconds. So lesson learned: no fiber bars before athletic events.
I finished off the night with a trip to Arby's to try their BBQ Bacon Cheddar Roastburger from the commercials. Oh my goodness was it delicious! It almost made me forget that I had just been involved in one of the most lopsided shellackings in the history of modern amateur sports. Here's a picture, which may or may not do the sandwich justice:
It looks disgusting because I used a cell phone camera. Yeah... it's the cell phone camera.Next game: Sat. July 18th, 12:30PM @ Eastlake Community Field




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