Why losing can sometimes be fun…

My softball team lost again. We tend to lose a lot. Normally this would be the most frustrating thing in the world to me, but I find myself not really caring. Granted, losing kinda sucks (and really, who LIKES losing). But at least my team is fun to play softball with. One of my old high school classmates is on the team, and we got to gossip a bit (which is ALWAYS fun.) And my other teammates are cool folks, and we have FUN playing. It is the exact opposite of the last losing team I play on (my good ol’ high school team.) When I played in high school, we sucked. We sucked a lot. We won ONE game my senior year. We lost by the mercy rule (which in high school is 25 freakin’ runs…) TWICE. And it was horrible. My coach was pitiful, my team didn’t try half the time, and, as the catcher, I spent a lot of time crouching in the dirt. Now, I loved catching, but when the half of the inning I am in the field for lasts almost an hour, and it is 90 degrees out, I no longer love catching. No, I pretty much HATED catching at that point.

But my summer team is fun. Sure, we make really stupid errors sometimes. And yes, our batting could use some work (like it would be nice if I could stop hitting fly balls directly to the centerfielder…) But my pitching is getting better, and at least we are laughing and having fun. Taking it serious and trying hard? Sure. But enjoying the game all the same, and that is what really matters.

After all, if I wanted to be serious, I could just go back to studying…