The Henchmen were off for three weeks and it showed. After we flubbed our last two games of the season, thus bumping us from first to second place, we had a week and a half off while the rest of the league finished their regular season. When everyone else was done, we finally were given our playoff schedule.
Our first two games of the playoff schedule were supposed to happen last Wednesday and Thursday. But the rain pushed off the Monday and Tuesday games and were rescheduled to today and tomorrow.
Three weeks off can play hell on your system. We gave up seven runs in the first inning and were down by as much as 10 runs by midgame.
We came back and won by one run in the final inning. Beautiful comeback to say the least.
In our second game of the night, we came back from a 4-1 deficit and took the game into extra innings. We finally pulled it off 6-5. It was a nailbiter to say the least.
Of course, I'm working at the gym tomorrow so I won't be able to play. That sucks.
But it's not as though I played tonight either. Nope. I was guarding the benches... keeping the pine warm (no, wait, it's aluminum)... schlepping bats and other equipment... and playing EMT to injured players. Hell, even when our first baseman went out with a messed up Achilles tendon, I still didn't get to go in. And I played first base in that game with LifeChurch. I played it well. Why not put me in?
It's frustrating.
