Next up to bat ... Big Ass Superstar

Amanda and I joined a team this summer. The folks at work put together a slob-ball team to compete in the Halifax media league. We teamed up with the gang over at Rogers Wireless to get together on Sunday mornings in Dartmouth and take on some of the more established outfits in the area.

Well, we lost a lot. In fact, we lost every game we played. It's not that we didn't have some good players -- we had some good players. We had some weak players (me) and some adequate players, and even some great players. But every other team had been around for quite some time, and really had their stuff together.

My batting improved from useless to laughable; my catching improved from miserable to "nice try"; my throwing remained unpredictably bad. But I tried. And I kept my sense of humour. The team named me Most Improved Player. Amanda got better throughout the season, too, hitting farther and harder.

The Rogers Rebels record, heading into the championship series, was 2 wins, 18 losses. The two wins were from the other teams not showing up. I think we lost a third of our games by forfeit due to lack of players. Some of our notable scores were 24-2, 17-3, 30-0, 29-4, all against. Toward the end of the season, we had scores such as 14-12, 18-12, and 9-6 -- also against. So, we got better.

It was fun. It was tough getting up and out across the harbour for 9am each Saturday, and our shoes were inevitably soaked from the dewey fields. We didn't get the promised beer money until the tail end of the season, so there's a leftover surplus of beverage funds.

We'll see how next year goes!