It felt oddly familiar, like the smell of your mother's perfume coming from a stranger on the bus. Sure, I was not the best second-baseman who ever took the field but I made a couple of safe plays and was proud of our first victory this season. There is something to be said about remaining classy when given the opportunity to exploit a situation. In general, the ability to refrain from exploiting others distinguishes good and evil. On the softball field, it separates fun and misery.
I appreciate the other team for their ability to remain classy while we were down players. Sure, in the end, a little exploitation, a couple extra stolen bases when playing against a team with a limp, would have flipped the score and they could have walked away with the better record, but instead they walked away with pride.
After all, softball really is not all that important... especially when playing in the super social league during 105 degree heat.
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