Instant Replay!

   There is a name for horses that
 run well in the rain. They are
 called "Mudders."
  There should be a name for
 Softball players who play in the
 mud! I can think of a couple of
 possibilities. But I believe some
 children may have access to this
 blog so I'll let those possibilities
 up to you imagination!
  The WBRE team took to the lake...
 I mean field yesterday right around
 Noon. The rain began to fall, ever
 so lightly at first, at about 11:58.
   We looked pretty good if I do
 say so myself quickly building a
 lead of a couple of runs.
   The rain did pretty well too!
   By the 4th inning the umpires
 could have started sailing little
 paper boats between first base and
 home plate if they wanted.
   Now there are some clubs that
 would have rolled out the tarp at
 that point. Some others would have
 simply acknowledge the downpour and
 called the game.
   We and our opponents did the next
 most logical thing. We moved home
 plate and the bases deeper into the
 field so the batter wouldn't have
 to stand in a pool of water and mud.
   We also agreed to end he contest at
 the end of the 5th inning. We still
 held our lead.
   But, by the end of the 5th the rain
 had slowed a bit. So several members
 of our team suggested that we just
 keep on playing in the rain.
   It has become apparent to me that
 someone on our team must have blood
 ties to the guys who opened King Tut's
 Tomb! The curse has survived all
 these years!
   I don't believe I've ever played on
 a team that had the lead,  suggested
 playing longer than  anticipated, and
 gone on to actually  win the game!
    Not only did it happen again but, in
 the process, one of the opposing team's
 batters hit a line drive off of my right
 ankle.
   For those who may be wondering, a
 softball leaves the face of an
 aluminium bat at approximately 92.5mph
 (I looked it up). The pitcher's mound
 is 46 feet from the plate, assuming it
 hasn't been moved forward because of
 rain!
  The resulting impact on an ankle is
 something like trying to stop a Buick
 with your foot!
  This is not a good thing.
  So, I've limped off for another day
 wondering where that guy on the other
 team came from who socked that
 winning hit into the outfield.
  I think is name was Roy Hobbs!
  (Anyone who doesn't recognize
that name should immediately go
out and rent the movie "The Natural."
   Our team is hiring the psychologist
from the same film who will meet
with us every week to explain why
"losing is a disease."
   Hope you're staying dry,watching
 baseball on TV, and that all your
 NEWS is good.