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NousDefionsDoc · 08-22-2007, 21:55

We played a tournament last weekend. Classics, Pumas, a mixed team from 3 teams - all from Bogota. Two teams from Cali and one from San Andres.

It started Thursday, but our first game was Friday night. We finished at 23:15. And had to play at 09 on Saturday.

The men (not kids) from Cali and San Andres were HUGE!!! The 1st baseman from San Andres had 5 o'clock shadow at 14:00. We started joking that the right fielder was his son - not much of a joke.

Anyway, we finished 3rd. Beat both teams from Bogota and one from Cali. We couldn't hit the other two teams' pitchers. They were big and threw at my kids' heads on the first pitch to intimidate them - it worked. They also spiked them on purpose and crashed into them on the bases. There were several national selection team players on both teams that beat us.

We played with them though. The first game we lost we had one bad inning that cost us four runs. We lost 6-0 but it should have been 2-0. Bonehead plays.

The last game we lost 9-2, but I ran the little guys in off the bench when I saw how it was going to be. The starters were beat after 5 games in 3 days.

The Kid played great defense. He got spiked blocking the bag at 2nd on a steal. Rat bastard slid in high - and outweighed him by at least 50 pounds. So I wait the obligatory count of 5 before I go out. He's standing there looking out into center field:
"Look at me."
"Come around over here."
"Why?"
"Because I'm crying and I don't want those sons of bitches to see me. Did I get the out?"
"Yeah, he was out."
"Good, remember his number."
"Why?
"Because the next time that big son of a bitch gets on base and comes down here I'm hitting him in the face with the ball. Now get off the field and let me play."

If I had had my beret in my pocket I would have given it to him right then and there.

They hit my first baseman so hard it spun him around like a top - horizontally.

They hung in there though. I was so proud of them. We were the only team that beat any of the out of towners or were even in the game. And nobody got killed.

By the second day, I was walking around with surgical tape, bandaids, lidocaine spray and betadine swabs in my pockets though.

08-22-2007, 21:55	#99
NousDefionsDoc Quiet Professional Join Date: Jan 2004 Location: LA Posts: 1,653	We played a tournament last weekend. Classics, Pumas, a mixed team from 3 teams - all from Bogota. Two teams from Cali and one from San Andres. It started Thursday, but our first game was Friday night. We finished at 23:15. And had to play at 09 on Saturday. The men (not kids) from Cali and San Andres were HUGE!!! The 1st baseman from San Andres had 5 o'clock shadow at 14:00. We started joking that the right fielder was his son - not much of a joke. Anyway, we finished 3rd. Beat both teams from Bogota and one from Cali. We couldn't hit the other two teams' pitchers. They were big and threw at my kids' heads on the first pitch to intimidate them - it worked. They also spiked them on purpose and crashed into them on the bases. There were several national selection team players on both teams that beat us. We played with them though. The first game we lost we had one bad inning that cost us four runs. We lost 6-0 but it should have been 2-0. Bonehead plays. The last game we lost 9-2, but I ran the little guys in off the bench when I saw how it was going to be. The starters were beat after 5 games in 3 days. The Kid played great defense. He got spiked blocking the bag at 2nd on a steal. Rat bastard slid in high - and outweighed him by at least 50 pounds. So I wait the obligatory count of 5 before I go out. He's standing there looking out into center field: "Look at me." "Come around over here." "Why?" "Because I'm crying and I don't want those sons of bitches to see me. Did I get the out?" "Yeah, he was out." "Good, remember his number." "Why? "Because the next time that big son of a bitch gets on base and comes down here I'm hitting him in the face with the ball. Now get off the field and let me play." If I had had my beret in my pocket I would have given it to him right then and there. They hit my first baseman so hard it spun him around like a top - horizontally. They hung in there though. I was so proud of them. We were the only team that beat any of the out of towners or were even in the game. And nobody got killed. By the second day, I was walking around with surgical tape, bandaids, lidocaine spray and betadine swabs in my pockets though. __________________ Somewhere a True Believer is training to kill you. He is training with minimal food or water, in austere conditions, training day and night. The only thing clean on him is his weapon and he made his web gear. He doesn't worry about what workout to do - his ruck weighs what it weighs, his runs end when the enemy stops chasing him. This True Believer is not concerned about 'how hard it is;' he knows either he wins or dies. He doesn't go home at 17:00, he is home. He knows only The Cause. Still want to quit?
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