The Sunday game was something else. We played against a tryout team. They have a sponsor and you can't get on the team unless you tryout. We had already beat them once earlier this season. Unfortunately some of the team didn't show up to play and we lost. That's not the problem. None of the family members are tough on the kids for losing. We all want them to play their best, the problem was with the other team's coaches. And a non-coach.
We have two players next to each other in the lineup. Numbers 4 and 5. The head coach mixed the numbers up and in the middle of our comeback, in the middle of our rally the other team's scorekeeper came out and start raising holy hell. "YOU GOT YOUR LINEUP OUT OF ORDER!"
My brother in law was in charge of running the dugout this game and if there is anybody on this planet who is going to make sure everything is in line, it is him. No one hit out of order, just the numbers were wrong. The Sharks got thrown off by this and our rally started to fall flat.
So this scorekeeper comes over to our side, I'd say he's about 6'2" and starts getting our scorekeeper's face. She's about 5'1". Oh yeah and she's her mother's daughter, Kelby's wife, my sister and Bub and Ryanne's mom. She's like a silo filled with 5 year old black cats and the fuse is down inside the firecracker. He's damn lucky because the only thing between them was a dugout fence full of baseball bats.
Then later in the game one of the Sharks hit the ball to the pitcher, it hit the ground, the pitcher threw it to first and got the runner out. The umpires did a poor job and weren't paying attention. One of our Sharks on base thought he was out so he went to the dugout and then came back out. The other team's coaches started throwing a fit about him leaving the field and coming back out. This cheap, petty garbage didn't go over to well with everyone on our side.














