Last night was the first night of softball for the Mesa South Stake. As I pulled into a parking space I noticed a bunch of girls on the field that was supposed to be reserved for the elders. I walked over to the other field that featured young men finishing up a game. More people from Sherwood Park Ward showed up, and we got some warm-up throws in.
Well, I looked over to the other field, and the females were still there. Apparently, City of Mesa double-booked that field. Stupid. When the females did start to actually "play", they weren't even in the outfield. How stupid is that? Possibly ruin a bunch of people's night just to be stupid. If you're not going to try to be competent and relevant, get out of everyone else's way.
The elders had to combine with the young men. I went up to bat first for our team, swung at two strikes and walked back to the dugout. Will Bradshaw got my attention, "Thanks for taking the pressure off the rest of us."
At-bat number two consisted of an inning ending groundball to third base.
Third at-bat. Aaron Crisp had just hit a monstrous grand slam. Chris Stevenson got an out. Josh Stevenson got on first base. I walked to the plate, pointed at my mom in the first row and said, "This one's for you mom." Mackay Shelley, who was sitting there and keeping score, said, "I hope he hits it." Bishop Standage and Sister Pyper laughed. I stepped into the batter's box. The pitch comes and is just ridiculously perfect to hit. I swing with all my might. Aluminum on softball is such a good sound at times. The ball soars into right-center field. I don't know how far it went, but I like to think that it at least rolled to the wall. I busted around the bases. As I turned second base, I saw Josh a few steps ahead. I was worried his speed wouldn't let me score. Luckily, he picked up the pace a bit and I "slid" into home. Moment of a lifetime for a mother.
We would end up winning 17-7. Game MVP honors go to Aaron Crisp who totaled 9 RBI and 12 total bases.
