Dynamytes

Okay so my fiancé is the coach of his men's team Dynasty. When his team was making their run through D, I was always there supporting him. 

Anywho, one of our friends started calling us the Dynamites since we were always there cheering them on!

So when it came time to think of a team name for a women's team...  Naturally, Dynamytes was easily the winner!

So, the Schulenburg Festival tournament was always one of the biggest womens tournaments of the year... 

& We decided to enter a team in it!

So I rounded up all my best buds, and headed down there. 

Let me just say that we were SOOOO thankful it wasn't the typical Schulenburg festival with the weather. It was SO MUCH COOLER than normal. 

Thank GOD! 

Well, anyway, we won the first game and lost the second. And much like the Dynasty guys, we do things the hard way! 

& we even made our way back through the bracket. 

And I'll tell you what, it is nice sending people home instead of to the losers bracket. 

But we fell short. 

We got 3rd place

We lost to two very good teams. Two teams that I will never complain to lose to because I know dang good and well we can compete with them! 

Not to mention that by the time we were playing our 9th game... It was time to go home.

We. Were. Tired. 

Tired was an understatement. 

Like one of my roomates says... "I'm not a spring chicken anymore."

But it was a really fun weekend. 

I would play again anytime with those group of girls. 

Swing. And. A. Miss

You see that picture? That's me, except I'm the girl version of that. Yep, swing, and a miss! Talk about taking a knife and stabbing it right into my pride. I know I said this blog wasn't going to be about me and my life but you know there are things that happen and sometimes you just have to laugh, and talk about them. This is one of those times. I mean, who misses the ball in slow pitch softball? The ball is coming underhanded and like literally 3 miles an hour. WTF? 

Anywho, I struck out swinging. What seemed to be the most perfect pitch ever, and I was in-visioning where it was going to land on the field, and I swung and completely missed. Again, W.T.F?! The moral of this is to remind you not to take your eye off the ball. (The fundamentals of baseball 101). The result is and will always be to leave you with the feeling of a complete moron. 

We all got a good laugh. I was even laughing at myself. Except everyone else wasn't laughing with me, it was definitely at me. Bleh. 

At least we still won, and at least I wasn't the game winning batter or anything. But I was the last out. Dammit. 

Until next time.