If you like men's softball

chinook · « **Reply #20 on:** September 22, 2011, 03:13:48 PM »

you heading down to sniff the bus seats?

Kaos · « **Reply #21 on:** September 22, 2011, 03:16:48 PM »

Started playing when it became obvious my dream of playing MLB was dead. About nine months removed from my last high school game, that is.

Played every year until I was 38 or so. Played fall ball, played spring, played co-ed, played on tournament teams, played league play, played weekends.

One time was winning a big tournament in Tuscaloosa with five or six Bama players on the team. Kerry Goode, Vince Sutton -- can't remember the others. Ray Perkins showed up in the dugout and roasted their ass. They left. We forfeited.

Eventually I had to quit. Got too old. Couldn't run. Kept hurting myself sliding. Never hit for power, really, more of a line drive, gap hitter. After about 35, the bat pop fizzled too. Maybe if I'd worked out instead of smoking cigarettes and eating Frisco burgers and curly fries I could have extended it, but it was time to put that down.

And they were starting that stealing rule which I thought was stupid.

I did enjoy playing, though. It's a dude thing. Part of a team. Competition. Winning.

dallaswareagle · « **Reply #22 on:** September 22, 2011, 03:20:43 PM »

Quote from: War Eagle!!! on September 22, 2011, 02:58:06 PM

If you like watching guys who wish they could have been athletes play a girls game

You would be amazed at they what they get paid to play a girls game.

GH2001 · « **Reply #23 on:** September 22, 2011, 03:45:03 PM »

Quote from: War Eagle!!! on September 22, 2011, 02:58:06 PM

If you like watching guys who wish they could have been athletes play a girls game

That's kind of what I was saying in the 2nd post of this thread.

GH2001 · « **Reply #24 on:** September 22, 2011, 03:47:36 PM »

Quote from: Kaos on September 22, 2011, 03:16:48 PM

Started playing when it became obvious my dream of playing MLB was dead. About nine months removed from my last high school game, that is.

Played every year until I was 38 or so. Played fall ball, played spring, played co-ed, played on tournament teams, played league play, played weekends.

One time was winning a big tournament in Tuscaloosa with five or six Bama players on the team. Kerry Goode, Vince Sutton -- can't remember the others. Ray Perkins showed up in the dugout and roasted their ass. They left. We forfeited.

Eventually I had to quit. Got too old. Couldn't run. Kept hurting myself sliding. Never hit for power, really, more of a line drive, gap hitter. After about 35, the bat pop fizzled too. Maybe if I'd worked out instead of smoking cigarettes and eating Frisco burgers and curly fries I could have extended it, but it was time to put that down.

And they were starting that stealing rule which I thought was stupid.

I did enjoy playing, though. It's a dude thing. Part of a team. Competition. Winning.

Rico?

dallaswareagle · « **Reply #25 on:** September 22, 2011, 04:10:54 PM »

Quote from: Kaos on September 22, 2011, 03:16:48 PM

Started playing when it became obvious my dream of playing MLB was dead. About nine months removed from my last high school game, that is.

Played every year until I was 38 or so. Played fall ball, played spring, played co-ed, played on tournament teams, played league play, played weekends.

One time was winning a big tournament in Tuscaloosa with five or six Bama players on the team. Kerry Goode, Vince Sutton -- can't remember the others. Ray Perkins showed up in the dugout and roasted their ass. They left. We forfeited.

Eventually I had to quit. Got too old. Couldn't run. Kept hurting myself sliding. Never hit for power, really, more of a line drive, gap hitter. After about 35, the bat pop fizzled too. Maybe if I'd worked out instead of smoking cigarettes and eating Frisco burgers and curly fries I could have extended it, but it was time to put that down.

And they were starting that stealing rule which I thought was stupid.

I did enjoy playing, though. It's a dude thing. Part of a team. Competition. Winning.

Same story here-When I knew I was getting past my prime but wanted to stay on the field is why I started umpin. My umpin got me to where I wanted to go. The world Series.

AWK · « **Reply #26 on:** September 22, 2011, 04:13:34 PM »

Buzz Killington · « **Reply #27 on:** September 22, 2011, 04:21:04 PM »

Quote from: Kaos on September 22, 2011, 03:16:48 PM

Started playing when it became obvious my dream of playing MLB was dead. About nine months removed from my last high school game, that is.

Played every year until I was 38 or so. Played fall ball, played spring, played co-ed, played on tournament teams, played league play, played weekends.

One time was winning a big tournament in Tuscaloosa with five or six Bama players on the team. Kerry Goode, Vince Sutton -- can't remember the others. Ray Perkins showed up in the dugout and roasted their ass. They left. We forfeited.

Eventually I had to quit. Got too old. Couldn't run. Kept hurting myself sliding. Never hit for power, really, more of a line drive, gap hitter. After about 35, the bat pop fizzled too. Maybe if I'd worked out instead of smoking cigarettes and eating Frisco burgers and curly fries I could have extended it, but it was time to put that down.

And they were starting that stealing rule which I thought was stupid.

I did enjoy playing, though. It's a dude thing. Part of a team. Competition. Winning.

One year removed from a ruptured Achilles, I still haven't figured out that I am too old to play. I can still throw the ball over those mountains.

Kaos · « **Reply #28 on:** September 22, 2011, 04:28:56 PM »

Quote from: GH2001 on September 22, 2011, 03:47:36 PM

Rico?

I am not amused by your reference.

Kaos · « **Reply #29 on:** September 22, 2011, 04:34:42 PM »

Quote from: dallaswareagle on September 22, 2011, 04:10:54 PM

Same story here-When I knew I was getting past my prime but wanted to stay on the field is why I started umpin. My umpin got me to where I wanted to go. The world Series.

I umpired a couple of sanctioned tournaments. Didn't like having steroid-pumped gorillas shitting themselves when I called a strike they didn't swing at. Plus I could be pretty confrontational anyway. And I damn sure didn't mind giving the benefit of the doubt to teams/players I didn't hate.

Spent a year or so umping Dixie games and finally quit that. Kept having to throw parents out of the park. Eventually one of the other guys we umped with got beaten with a baseball bat by one of ones that regularly got thrown out. Nate had tossed the guy that night and I guess he had enough. Ran him off the road on the way home and two or three of them worked him with a bat. Broke his leg. Fuck that. Parents are crazy.