A couple years ago I started playing softball regularly. We played 7-inning slow pitch games once a week and there was always one thing I could count on. The next day I would be too sore to do much of anything. Now, I’m not as weak as that sounds but when you’re out there, you want to go 100% on every play and it takes a toll.
So I can’t even imagine how the UT-Austin and BC teams felt this past Sunday after playing 25 innings the previous day. That’s almost three full games with no rest. And if that wasn’t enough, one Texas pitcher went 12.1 innings. I’m not sure how his arm is still attached after that.
A performance like this once again calls into question the work ethic of a lot of big leaguers who regularly jog out infield grounders and lollygag around the outfield. I understand that it’s a long season but these unpaid kids are running out every play during an insanely long game while major leaguers making many times over the league minimum of $390k curse as they power walk down to first. I may not be the traditionalist that my friend Mr. Lung is but you learn on day one in Little League that you run out every hit and even I take that as gospel.
However, it’s also possible to take the idea of running everything out to a somewhat fanatical extreme. Don’t believe me? Check this out and you might change your mind.
-Video via The Daily Dish
First, I want to applaud my friend, Mr. Lung, for manning up and taking the challenge presented to him yesterday. While I know the battle will be arduous and the spoils of war far from certain, all of us here at RSBS take pride in seeing one of our own step forward and say, “Yes, I do want to be a hero.” And Jeff, we will also be here for you when you are unceremoniously shot down and return grieving to the RSBS bosom. We will wipe the tears from your eyes while whispering softly the immortal words of Homer Simpson, “You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.”
In all honesty, though, I think that if anyone can answer this throwing down of the gauntlet, it’s Jeff. He’s the kind of guy who, when life gives him lemons, takes those lemons home and cuts them up so they can be stuck into freshly opened bottles of Corona. It’s one of the many reasons why we get along so well. I just hope that he at least mentions me when he finally meets Ms. Andrews. And then tries to set me up with her sister.
There is only one other challenge where Mr. Lung would have been so well equipped to confront and overcome the obstacle, at least according to what he says. Here it is, in his own words. “…When it comes to the dance floor, dear Erin, I got moves galore.” Oh yeah? Think the two of you could top these guys?
Actually, I really hope so.
The weekend is over. Long live the weekend!