1 arm with 2 hands.

The Dirty Birds strike again. This time it was a good 24-2 loss that ended with an injury and ejection! Luckily for me, I happened to be the one, who was injured and ejected!

We were down 11-2 after the first inning. Our outfield couldn't make a catch, our infield could knock down a ball and my pitching wasn't spectular by any means! All in all it was just a rough game for us. If we could have only gotten out of the first inning without them going through the line-up once and halfway through the second time, our spirits would probably have been a little better. Oh not so much! I realize that we play in the D league of slow pitch softball, but by all means I don't like to get slaughtered!

The third inning it was 18-2 and I hit a line drive over the third baseman's head. I rounded first and was going to go second when I realized the third baseman had the ball. Instead I ran back to first only to be clothes lined by the first baseman. A first baseman that was most likely 6'2-6'3 and easily 280-300#. I layed on the ground in agony and he stands over me and says I didn't hit you that hard you should be able get up. I lost it. We are losing 18-2 and he is really going to stand over top me as I holding my shoulder in severe pain. Before I exploded on him, I thought to myself two things a)is this really happening and b)oh man I am so glad I still have insurance. And then I lost it. As I lay on the ground and the first baseman again telling me to get up because I should be able to handle it, I started cussing up a storm. It wasn't one of my finer moments, but at the same time I had had it! I reemed this guy up one side and down the other. In my tirant the umpire came over to see if I was okay and heard my mouth going a million words a minute. Apparently, we play in a family league that cussing isn't allowed (I honestly didn't know this, I'll explain that later). So I was ejected from the game and escorted out of the dugout. Did you all know that you can't sit in a dugout after having been ejected? Who knew. So, I watched the rest of the game from a different field.

I am invited back for next week, although I doubt I will be in any shape to play. My entire shoulder is black and blue and it hurts to raise my arm. I was incredibly swollen last night, but most of the swelling has gone down. So, as of now I have one good arm and two good hands. It makes going to work rather interesting. Apparently, the guy that clothes lined me told my team that I should know better than to test his third basemans arm. Really, we are losing 18-2 and he is going to be that kind of jerk? That is sportsmanship at its finest!

By the way lesson of the day was...even though we play in a beer league that you can actually drink beer on the field, you aren't allowed to cuss. I am pretty sure I am not the first person to cuss on the field, but I was the first person of the season ejected from a game. The goodnews is, there are actually 12 teams in our league. So you figure 12 people per team times 12 teams...I was the first of 144 players to be ejected. I hope that isn't my 15 minutes of fame.