Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Moose is Loose!

So for the past few years, my parents have been telling me that I need to join an intramural softball team when I live in Provo during the summer.  They would go on about how it was the best part about summer and how they miss it soooo much.  I was like, yeah, that's cool, but I don't actually have any friends who know how to play softball or would be willing to make a team because obviously I'm going to be too busy eating bon bons and painting my nails to put together my own team, duh.  So I didn't play last summer.  Then this summer rolled around and during the first Sunday at church, they mentioned that we should participate in spring and summer intramurals.  Again I was like, yeah that's cool and stuff, but I don't have any friends so I'll feel weird playing on these teams with people I don't even know and  like I totally just want to hang out with my stuffed animals and maybe bake cookies and then after that I'll hang out with my imaginary friend, Mr. MacInfy and like, I'm really busy so like, I can't play sports and I think I just got a mosquito bite so that would like totally hinder my ability to play and oh yeah, I can't find my socks so like, yeah.

Basically, I had no good reason not to play.

Then summer term rolled around and a sign-up for summer intramurals was sent out.  Again, I was hesitant because I had not yet reached the extremely high popularity status that I have since obtained, but I convinced my all-star athlete of a roommate to do it with me, and booyah!  We were on the team.

After signing up, I realized that even though I love watching baseball, it's a little bit different when you're actually on the field.  I mean, when someone is at bat, you can't just watch the play.  Sometimes you actually have to watch where the ball is going and maybe it will come toward you which, surprise, surprise, might require you to catch it.  Also, you have to anticipate things like runners stealing bases or where you need to go if the ball goes one way and what you need to do if it goes the other way.

All of a sudden, I had a lot more respect for those little kids who play baseball, and even more respect for those coaches.  I just remembered that even though I love the game more than most anything, I seriously have bouts of ADD every once and a while.  I mean, seriously, when you have to play a game on a Saturday morning at a field that is right next to a breakfast place, how can you not be distracted by the smell of sausage?  Riddle me that one, Sherlock.  Geez.

Maybe those little t-ball guys really did deserve those post-game sno cones after all.

Anyway, it was such a fun season.  We owned during the regular season and then they moved us up to the intermediate league for playoffs. (because apparently they did not watch me when I played in the field--"Sorry, Brendan!  Yeah, that ball was supposed to go to you, but I temporarily forgot that you aren't 7 feet bad!")  We made it all the way to the quarterfinals before we all played our worst game ever, and suffered a disappointing loss to end our season.  Rough life.

But still, it was so fun and I can't wait for fall intramurals to start (especially since all the teams are going to be named "The Moose is Loose!", right Brenda??).  My roommate, D-train is also pretty excited.  In fact, she was so excited that when the sign-up was sent around, she signed up for all of the sports she could.

And yes, that includes men's football and men's basketball and all other men only sports.

What can I say? She's just that dedicated.


Brendan Holmes (@bholmes011) said...

Wow this was an inspired post, Im glad you have new respect for the coache, and I will work on becoming 7 feet tall and doing all that I can to get that name for you! Great post though, very good job thanks for the shout-outs.

Dad said...

You should be happy to know that although your blog is censored in China, I can read it in Singapore and Japan. But I do have ways to trick the Chinese, so I wasn't completely shut out.


rachalford said...

I have a feeling that Danielle must have experienced similar to what you did, Miss Canadian.