The restaurant that I work at has entered a softball league this year. We are about one third of the way through the season with only one win. When it was looked into, we found out that we were placed in the "competitive division." Competitive softball strikes me as a fantastic example of an oxymoron, somewhere after jumbo shrimp. To us this was suppose to be a fun thing that we could do once a week to get some exercise and hang out with staff outside of work. No such luck. Other teams are rolling in wearing complete matching uniforms, we just have t-shirts with our restaurant logo on them. They also have $500 bats and other professional looking equipment. We are losing by about an average of 17 runs per game, and it's not like we are horrible. These guys are taking it so seriously that i wouldn't be surprised if they compiled their stats for the season. I remember hearing a radio broadcast once where Jim Rome told a story of a disgruntled softball player choking out an eighty year old volunteer umpire for making a "bad call." I think that it is a pretty sad statement that your shining glory in life was beating the snot out of someone in rec softball. I will bet that the summer softball league is what these people do while they wait on their child's hockey season to start up so they can yell "rip his head off!"
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