Monday, August 9, 2010
Andy has been an absentee Bumble for the last few months - out late each Monday and Wednesday coming home smelling of beer with a silly smile on his face. Not to worry - he's not out having a fling. I was just a softball widow there for a while.
I have told the story before of his men's slow pitch softball team, The Longshots. They never win. I never go to watch. Until this year. Those Longshots actually had a winning record for a while. And I was actually convinced to come down and witness them in action live. I got to see the run-away inning I've heard so much about - where the other team runs away with the lead while the 'Shots temporarily forget how to field. But I also got to see the comeback - something they've just gotten the hang of this summer. With their backs against the wall, the scrappy 'Shots found their stroke and mustered a string of exciting hits that scored enough runs in the bottom of the final inning to walk off with the win. And then we had a BBQ in the parking lot afterward which was really the reason I agreed to come along.
These Longshots are a good group of guys. They get out, feel the excitement of a ringing hit or diving catch, pull their hamstrings and re-live the game over a few beers a couple of times a week. They have fun while also trying to have success. And this year, they actually made it to the playoffs! I kid you not. The Longshots hit the big time for the first time in their existence. And they actually won a game in the playoffs. But not the first round. No - the 'Shots got bounced after a brief taste of the postseason.
So now I have Andy back home each night. But we don't have any more time together like I thought we would. You see, it seems that soon-to-be 40-year-olds don't have as much energy as they thought they did. Non-stop softball and late nights up with his teammates have finally caught up with him. He's crashed on the couch. Safe and sound, dreaming of homers and championship seasons. There's always next year.