Softball

As you can see by the time stamp, I'm not sleeping like I should be. I slept for a little bit, then was wide awake. I hate lying in bed trying to sleep, when you know its not going to happen. So I decided to get up and try to trick my brain into being sleepy again. I thought I'd write about the end of my softball season.

This was my second summer to play church league softball with Adaton. We got knocked out of the tournament tonight. The softball/baseball format is probably on the bottom of my skill sets. I'm just not that good at it. I played a couple of years of little league and still get harassed by those who remember my habit of 'hoping for a walk', but usually striking out. Playing home run derby in the back yard, I had no problem. Doing the same thing on the field; I haven't been able to connect. So I switched to soccer year round and church basketball growing up, and enjoyed those much more.

Anyways, my last at-bat for the season tonight I struck out looking. The ultimate no-no in baseball, and even worse in slow-pitch softball. I typically swing at the first pitch just to avoid that possibility. These pitches looked very much outside to me, but the ump saw it differently. Such a long walk back to the dugout after you strikeout. You almost want to just go ahead and walk to your car. I see how hitters can get in slumps more so than other sports. You have so long to analyze your failure in between at-bats it can get in your head. Soccer, basketball, football, etc. the action is much more continuous, so if you make a mistake you can shake it off quickly. You can also do little things in those sports, passing, defending, blocking, etc., to build your confidence back up, where as in baseball its all or nothing on hitting. What baseball lacks in 'endurance' associated with those other sports, it makes up for in head games.

We ended up losing by one run, which doesn't help one's feeling of blowing it. Brian Regan has a pretty good bit on striking out in softball which helps me to laugh at my own inability.

Maybe I can get to sleep now.

Gulf Coast Triathlon

Its been a big weekend on several accounts. My whole side of the family including my grandparents are in Panama City Beach right now. The main reason we all came down was to watch Matt compete in the Gulf Coast Triathlon. The weekend also happened to be Mother's Day and me and Rebecca's one year anniversary. So we all came down to the beach for one big celebration. 

The race was on Saturday. It is a half-ironman which includes a 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike ride, and 13.1 mile run. If you're ever crazy enough to want to do a full ironman, just double those numbers. Since doing my marathon back in 2006 I haven't done any major event and only a few minor ones. Usually going to watch other people briefly inspires me to want to compete again, but not this one. It just looked painful. Instead, Rebecca and I took up our seemingly normal role at these things, follow Matt around and take pictures at strategic locations, which will be interspersed in this entry. Not as exerting as doing the race but still takes effort. 

Matt's age group started the swim at 7:15. Fortunately the oil slick has not reached PCB and they still got to swim. It was overcast and windy and Matt so eloquently quoted George from Seinfeld by saying "The sea was angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to return soup at a deli." The swim is out and back so you lose sight of them pretty quick. Dad brought the Whaler down and was out at the turn point to see if he could see Matt. Dad getting to watch us compete from his boat probably a high point for him in our family's sports history. The current must have been strong because some people were coming out a hundred yards down the beach from the "take-out" point. We heard lots of complaints of the difficulty of the sea from people coming out. Matt's quote was, "That was the worst thing ever, I almost killed myself."

We then moved to the road to watch him come by on his bike. G & G (Grandmother and Granddaddy) had strategically staked out a spot where they could see him come by 4 times without having to move. We watched him come by twice on the bike then Rebecca and I drove out to the 40 mile mark to get some more pictures. It was fun to watch all the bikers come by. Rebecca got to play with her new camera some and try some new effects. Matt's quote on the bike when he passed us was, "I'm going to blow by all these people on the bridge."

We got back to G & G's spot to watch him run. Most of the people coming by looked like they were having as much fun as going to the dentist and their gait was slightly above walking. Matt came by a little more spry than most and I told him he had a great time going. His quote at this point was, "I'm in it to win it baby!" 

We made our way to the finish line. The sun had come out by this point and it was pretty hot. Matt's finishing time was roughly 5 hours and 30 minutes. It was good enough for 6th place in his age group, something he was not expecting. 

We were all worn out from the day, even those of us who didn't compete. Rebecca was successful at getting some good pictures and I was highly successful at adding to my farmer's tan. 

No matter our level of exertion for the day we all came back to the condo and took a nap.