You Don't Have to Love Your Teammates
It's the bottom of the last inning in a rough softball game at the city park, two out, runners at second and third base, we lead by one run, and the other guys are at bat. We get this last out and we win. Our pitcher winds up and throws. The batter hits a high fly to deep center. Our center fielder is under it, ready for the catch. Out of the blue, our pitcher squeals like the PETA princess at a barbecue, "No-o-o-o-o! Don't catch it!" Startled and confused, the center fielder looks away. The ball drops. Two runners score, game over, we lose. Miffed, all our guys ask the pitcher, "Why'd you do that?!?" The pitcher pouts and whines, "He's left-handed and
he's dating the batter's sister! You're either with us or you're against us!"
Ain't it great to be a pure-hearted LOSER? That's just what you are when you . . . (to read the remainder of this article, please log in below.)
