The Games have Stopped.
The Season is over.
What's softball done is softball done.
Next Year will soon be this year.
With the game gone for now, real world reality hits, and I am reminded on how fragile life is. I thought I had it all figured out when I was a kid, I swore I did, by 42 I thought I would be a millionaire, a successful pompous shit don't stink business man. Thankfully that didn't didn't happen as I grew up, but now without the distraction of softball, problems are piling all at once and everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up, I think I'm bottoming out as I've been drinking alone lately
thinking about what the fuck do I have to do to get on solid ground.
When looking for a new team in softball, it's important you hook up with a guy running the team that is honest as you don't want to waste your time. This person (manger, captain, sponsor, teammate, etc) should let you know off the bat what your role is. For example:
- Competition is open - earn your spot
- Your a forfeit avoider no matter what
- You play/pitch/dh one game no matter what
- You pay you play
- I just want you to play so I can get a ride
I'm not about to give up, I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like when I deal with these people this is fucking sick. This is not a game, this is real life and they don't give a fuck I've sacrificed everything I have to get to the professional level that I am at, so I have have to swallow my pride and hold my tongue every time they snap even though I know this is so fucking whack.
In dealing with these people I reminded of the old John Travolta Movie "Boy in the Plastic Bubble"
All good players adapt in softball and life, its crucial to survival. You can't do the same thing all the time otherwise the bubble will burst. Play the game