Softball

It's that time of year again. Time when the anthropology department gets together for its annual ass-kicking. We have an intermural softball team called the Chaco Meridian. Our first year we won every single game in our division, so we moved up to the next division. Ever since, we have lost every single game. And they weren't close. I have some blurry pictures of our game on Saturday. Here's the team going over the roster...
And this is looking down the third base line at R. at bat. He had two hits in two at-bats. Unfortunately, he only got two at-bats because the game was so lousy. I mean, it was really fun, we just stink at softball. We lost 27-11. That's right. They scored 27 runs. These are little-league scores. We lost in the fifth inning because of the mercy rule. I am confident that in 4 more innings we could've turned the thing around.
It's possible we need more practice.
I forgot to mention that the team we played only had eight players (two of which were injured in the 3rd inning). We were a full team and only managed to score our 11 runs after their players started to get exhausted from being at bat so much. Ha ha! At least we made them sprint! 90 feet at a time.
Our next game is Thursday. This is the one. This is the game where the Chaco Meridian proves to the world that we belong in the intermediate division. Cross your fingers for us, and I'll let you know on Friday how we did.