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xaq_the_aereonHow I talked myself into wanting to play on the command's softball team is beyond me. All I know now is that it was yet another of the big mistakes I've made this year.
Pitching ability - None. Can't get the ball far enough or throw it straight.
Fielding ability - None. Same reason.
Catching ability - None. Can't judge distances well enough for outfield, can't react fast enough for infield.
Batting ability - N/A.
Every softball game I've ever played in my life, all I've ever done is get 4 balls and walk to first. Never gotten a hit, never been struck out....hell, my strike zone's cherry has spent the last 14 years being fresher than mine. And to be entirely honest, I am royally sick of it. Just once, I wanted to have a CHANCE to hit the damned ball. I've never cared if I take a strike, a base hit, a foul ball, an out on a pop-fly, or gods willing even smash it out of the park. I just want something other than to get fucking WALKED. I'm not a damned dog here.
So, tonight's game. I get called up to bat, royally peeved over getting walked 3 times tonight. I finally decided that was stopping. Whatever came my way there was getting swung at, no ifs ands or balls. And low and behold, my prayers are answered.
My strike zone gets hit on every pitch. I swing at every pitch. And I'm out. Nonetheless, it's a wonderful feeling having the monotony of my game finally die.....the feeling lasted all of about two seconds, until one of my teammates threw his glove and smacked me in the back of the head. Turns out that was the last out of the game. We lost, and a few guys on the team blamed it on me.
So here's what I have to say to my "teammates"....
GO FUCK YOURSELVES.
I didn't miss 8 easy outs in left field. I didn't drop the ball 17 times all over the infield. I didn't let 12 runs go in one inning. I NEVER EVEN TOUCHED MY GLOVE THAT WHOLE GAME. I got up to bat as the team's extra hitter 4 times, got walked 3 times, and never made it home because were got out. At the point in time where my lone out of the night happened, you were down by NINE POINTS. God himself couldn't have saved your sorry asses, morons.
...That was game 1 of a double-header tonight. After that I felt like going home, but our coach managed to guilt-trip me into staying around and even got me convinced that I was going to bat again later.
I never did. The last inning he said he was gonna put me in as the extra hitter again so that I'd get to bat again. He never bothered to tell me it was statistically impossible at that point.
We were down by 1. 2 runs = Game over. That would allow for 4 single-base hits/walks and two outs, plus one guy at bat, for a maximum of 7 people who were going to bat that inning. I was TENTH on the lineup. He gets my hopes up of having a chance to redeem myself, not to mention actually hit the ball for once in my life, and shatters them.
The people of this command have accomplished something massive....left me with a feeling that I feel no regret in sharing with the world now.
I am ashamed to call myself a U.S. Sailor.
Pitching ability - None. Can't get the ball far enough or throw it straight.
Fielding ability - None. Same reason.
Catching ability - None. Can't judge distances well enough for outfield, can't react fast enough for infield.
Batting ability - N/A.
Every softball game I've ever played in my life, all I've ever done is get 4 balls and walk to first. Never gotten a hit, never been struck out....hell, my strike zone's cherry has spent the last 14 years being fresher than mine. And to be entirely honest, I am royally sick of it. Just once, I wanted to have a CHANCE to hit the damned ball. I've never cared if I take a strike, a base hit, a foul ball, an out on a pop-fly, or gods willing even smash it out of the park. I just want something other than to get fucking WALKED. I'm not a damned dog here.
So, tonight's game. I get called up to bat, royally peeved over getting walked 3 times tonight. I finally decided that was stopping. Whatever came my way there was getting swung at, no ifs ands or balls. And low and behold, my prayers are answered.
My strike zone gets hit on every pitch. I swing at every pitch. And I'm out. Nonetheless, it's a wonderful feeling having the monotony of my game finally die.....the feeling lasted all of about two seconds, until one of my teammates threw his glove and smacked me in the back of the head. Turns out that was the last out of the game. We lost, and a few guys on the team blamed it on me.
So here's what I have to say to my "teammates"....
GO FUCK YOURSELVES.
I didn't miss 8 easy outs in left field. I didn't drop the ball 17 times all over the infield. I didn't let 12 runs go in one inning. I NEVER EVEN TOUCHED MY GLOVE THAT WHOLE GAME. I got up to bat as the team's extra hitter 4 times, got walked 3 times, and never made it home because were got out. At the point in time where my lone out of the night happened, you were down by NINE POINTS. God himself couldn't have saved your sorry asses, morons.
...That was game 1 of a double-header tonight. After that I felt like going home, but our coach managed to guilt-trip me into staying around and even got me convinced that I was going to bat again later.
I never did. The last inning he said he was gonna put me in as the extra hitter again so that I'd get to bat again. He never bothered to tell me it was statistically impossible at that point.
We were down by 1. 2 runs = Game over. That would allow for 4 single-base hits/walks and two outs, plus one guy at bat, for a maximum of 7 people who were going to bat that inning. I was TENTH on the lineup. He gets my hopes up of having a chance to redeem myself, not to mention actually hit the ball for once in my life, and shatters them.
The people of this command have accomplished something massive....left me with a feeling that I feel no regret in sharing with the world now.
I am ashamed to call myself a U.S. Sailor.
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Date: 6/17/05 04:35 (UTC)In pretty much every grade level I was in that had a P.E. class, not only was I the token "picked last" kid, but the captain of whichever team I defaulted to would frequently complain to the coach about how unfair it was, and sometimes the coach agreed and gave a line not unlike "Yeah, I know, it sucks, but someone has to take him, you know?" That was sure good for the ego, let me tell you. Er..anyway, the point is I can definitely sympathise, baseball/softball being one of the many many sports I failed at. It's not a good feeling, and I'm sorry it happened to you too. :/
Rrf...I wish my work schedule wasn't so weird and I could encounter you again soon. We don't talk enough these days.
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Date: 6/17/05 04:37 (UTC)^<.<^
I just want something other than to get fucking WALKED. I'm not a damned dog here.
^>.>^
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...Never mind. ^^;
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Date: 6/17/05 09:46 (UTC)no subject
Date: 6/17/05 08:11 (UTC)I am ashamed to call myself a U.S. Sailor.
It took this long?
I was ashamed to have enlisted before I even got to my first post.
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Date: 6/17/05 20:30 (UTC)I've already made my stance clear as far as my own liking for being a sailor goes (see my LJ, if you want to know more), but chief among my statements therein is that the Navy is shot through with stupid, foolish, useless individuals whose only ability is to breathe my (and your) air. It's revolting to me that that sort of person is the fountainhead of Will's misery; however, the only thing I can really say in regard to them is this.
They are not Sailors, nor will ever be.
Their sort of scum is not welcome in the real Navy, the one peopled by those who actually love their ships and their jobs, and if they'd tried to make it so recently as fifteen years ago, they wouldn't have lasted the month out.
Ah... but that's just me, mind you. I'm Old School(tm).
-dr00
"So what do you do for an encore, toss grenades into the crowd?"
Re: dotdotdotquestionmarkexclamationpoint
Date: 6/18/05 01:15 (UTC)Oh, and possibly the cooks, but most of them are citizen contractors now, not soldiers.