Our Beasley Brigade softball season came to a disappointing end Monday night. Every team in our league got to play in the playo s and, wouldn’t you know it, the Beasley Brigade was in the very first game. I kept calling this our last game because I honestly didn’t think we would win. I mean, we won one game out of 12 the whole season. Our one win came when most of our team couldn’t make the game, so we had mostly subs (more on this later). Eight of our losses were by
10 points or more. We just weren’t that good and the other teams took this way more seriously than we did.
It didn’t take long to realize the glaring di erence between our team and the others. Those guys had all very obviously been playing softball for some time. Our team hadn’t so much as looked at a softball in years. Well, maybe one or two of us.
Our first game resulted in a 14-0 thrashing. Our second? 30-1. But, hey, we scored a run!
Those scores and the fact that we lost half of our team due to injuries in the first week were enough to let us know that we were in way over our heads, which was fine, really. We didn’t sign up because we thought we’d win games. We signed up to have some fun.
As the season went on, the injuries piled up: Pulled hamstrings, torn meniscus, tweaked backs, bruised egos… the usual. We managed as best we could but we always seemed to need one or two extra players to even be able to field a full team. This went on for the entire season. So did the molly-whopping of our team: 17-2, 24-4, 19-0. Embarrassing. But, we still managed to have fun.
Then our playo game rolled around. I never looked forward to a game I knew we’d lose more. I’d had fun playing and was excited about our last game. In true Bruised- Up-Beasley Brigade fashion, we were just a few players short. We found just enough to field a team but still be one player short. But it was okay. Like I said, we weren’t expecting to win. We planned to just play with one less outfielder, which should make our opponent very happy. Boy, were we wrong.
The game starts and our first batter hits it over the fence. Nice! Our first home run of the season! The next two batters got on base with no problem. Our luck might actually be turning around! As I’m warming up on deck, an o icial comes out to let us know that the other team has protested our three substitute players and we had to forfeit because they hadn’t signed a liability waiver.
Shortest game ever. And I didn’t even get to bat.
I was more than a little ticked o . They could have talked to us about it and we would have gladly conceded the win (if we won). We just wanted to play. But, rules are rules and a win is a win, by any means necessary, apparently. So, I guess ratting us out was in order. This was the playo s, after all. I congratulated them on their win. There may or may not have been some colorful language involved.
I’ll admit: I may have overreacted a bit. When I look back over our season, our one win, the game where most of the team couldn’t make it and it was mostly subs, was against the team who protested us. So, I guess I get it.
But, we still plan to play in the future. In which case, we’ll need to get everyone in Augusta to sign a waiver. Y’know, just in case we need ya!