Holy shit was that fun. Tourney didn't start out well.
3rd place. All these other teams have been together for years.
Our college player girl told someone on the team she couldn't come, and he didn't tell anyone, so we had to play down a fielder and with an automatic out every time through the lineup for the first game. We were winning until that happened, lost 19-14
That same teammate that blew the communication invited someone we never asked to invite, which would have been a huge issue if a guy I invited just didn't call didn't show and pretended like he didn't know what time the game was at 2pm when he finally texted. What an absolute dick head.
Second game was against the team I left. They're ranked 57th in the state. they had no business beating us but a fluke inning and terrible calls brought them back in the last inning for a one run win. We wanted that one.
We finally find some shitty girl to play for us, which is huge.
So we go to the losers bracket and face a team that illegally plays C rated players. Ranked 35th in the state, 212
National. The guy who I've got history with (slept w same girl) was on that team. Villain of the league is also on that team. We just absolutely beat the shit out of them. They've been together for years and this is our first day
Move on, get to play the team that beat us game one. Beat the shit out of them. Ranked 40th state, 259 national.
Beat the shit out of the next team, ra ked 25th state, 147 national
Ran out of gas, and lost in the semi finals to the team that won the whole thing. We could have won that whole thing. If you're in the losers bracket you play back to back to back while the winners take hour long breaks in between until they cycle through to us. We were just done. And they were ranked 2nd in the state and 7th nationally
Played like shit in the field. I think I got out 3 times in 20+ at bats. Figures out what "snap the wrists" means and Jesus christ I get an extra 60 feet every hit. 2 line drive home runs on a 350 foot fence and another just foul. Missed another by a mile but got it to the warning track on sky shot to dead center.
Game c killed confidence in the field. Hadn't missed a play in 5 games and, bla. Our first base was playing 40 feet off the bag because she doesn't know what she's doing and is fast. "I can' sprint to the bag". Yea bit we don't have a target to throw to, we aren't throwing to a moving target at first from the left side of the infield. Anyways, blew a throw, knocked down a hard grounder but didn't stop it. Missed another.
May just be dh and never take the field in the future.