This week was our third softball game. We lost. But only by 11 runs. Since we were playing the team that recruits (for Rec softball? Seriously?), that was considered a great accomplishment. In our league, if a team is down by more than 10 runs at the bottom of the fifth, the game ends. It's supposed to end abject humiliation. Or cut games short that might otherwise run over. We ended about 30 minutes before the next game was to start. They didn't want to keep playing, because they had already won (R-e-c softball? it's supposed to be fun?)
Anyway, whenever we have an early game, our team also has a BBQ. There's a house just up the hill from the softball field where my co-worker used to live, but she's moved. However, another co-worker moved in for the summer so we get to keep having the BBQs there, at least for this year. It's always good food and good fun. Just witness the above picture. Who needs a bottle opener when you have a perfectly good picnic table? I love Montana.
This week was our third softball game. We lost. But only by 11 runs. Since we were playing the team that recruits (for Rec softball? Seriously?), that was considered a great accomplishment. In our league, if a team is down by more than 10 runs at the bottom of the fifth, the game ends. It's supposed to end abject humiliation. Or cut games short that might otherwise run over. We ended about 30 minutes before the next game was to start. They didn't want to keep playing, because they had already won (R-e-c softball? it's supposed to be fun?) 
Anyway, whenever we have an early game, our team also has a BBQ. There's a house just up the hill from the softball field where my co-worker used to live, but she's moved. However, another co-worker moved in for the summer so we get to keep having the BBQs there, at least for this year. It's always good food and good fun. Just witness the above picture. Who needs a bottle opener when you have a perfectly good picnic table? I love Montana.
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