The Practice After a Defeat

I have been meaning to post this for three days, but everytime I get to it, it is late, or I forget it, or something else random happens.

So it is two days after it occurred, but it still is quite funny.

First, I walked into our practice field on Monday for the long, grueling practice after a defeat. The grass, well they were more like man-eating weeds, were knee and in some places waist high! It's in a walled in area, so it doesn't get much wind. I was in there maybe 5 minutes and my eyes started swelling and I couldn't breath. I ran across the street to the pharmacy and communicated that I was dying and anything she could do to assist me would be greatly appreciated. So I got some feel good drugs and headed back to the field.

The grass made it difficult to catch grounders and not to mention find the bases. We lost three balls during the course of practice.

Now, the story...

My runt (you may remember him from the one who when chased between the bases tends to flee to the outfield screaming or from him standing on the wrong side of the plate facing the wrong way) was playing pitcher for me. Well one of my girls hits a little dribbler down the first base line, so Haitham (runt) gets to it about the same time she is running by him. Instead of just reaching out and tagging her, which seemed logical to me, he throws the ball full force at her and beams her on the elbow. I guess that seemed logical to him.

So I have a girl laying on the ground screaming and Haitham jumping up and down, dancing, and screaming (in a bad Arab accent) Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! because he thinks he got her out.

What was just as funny was all the American parents there, just about died laughing. All the Arab parents were confused that she wasn't out. We can only get better! Keep telling yourself that as you are placing your bets. We can only get better!

We are going into this match-up on Friday 3rd in the league of 4. Signal needs this game to create a tie for second place.

I'll keep you posted.