In The Park Home Run
I play softball on Tuesday nights in the summer. Its fun, its not super competitive, but there are definitely people there that care about winning. Is that ok? Is it ok to care about winning, and at the same time, know that winning is not the point. Not really the point anyway. It sure as heck seems like the point to me sometimes, but in retrospect, the morning after, I realize the point is sportsmanship, competition, fair play, may the best team win.
I can say all that on Wednesday morning, but on Tuesday night, when the other team is wiping the diamond with us, its hard to feel that. All this to say, I hit a home run last night for the first time. It was quite an experience, one that I have mixed feelings about. It was an in the park home run. For those of you who are not baseball, or in this case, softball fans, an in the park home run is not one that clears the fence, but a hit that stays inside, and I, the base runner, has to make it all the way around without being thrown out anywhere. I hit a monster of a ball to the outfield, and it made it past the outfielder. By the time the outfielder got to it, he kinda bobbled a little bit, and then the outfielder missed his relay in to the infield, so I motored all the way around and scored.
Was this a great play? Yes. Was this possible if the outfielder didn't commit an error, maybe. But the point was it got me pumped up, and it pumped up my team to see a guy like me make this big hit. I scored, and this brought us to within 11. Yup, thats right. With my home run, we were losing 13 to 2. So is this a bitter sweet victory? Perhaps. Will I stop telling people about the home run? No way. Because in that moment, I was a winner. I wasn't just a winner, I was THE winner. I beat there entire team. All of them against me, and I came out victorious. You can't hold me down, you can't hold me back, just don't pitch me inside. Bent, Not Broken.