Part of my type-A controlling personality is the whole hating to lose thing. Oh, don’t get me wrong, friend, I can put on the happy face and pretend we’re out there ‘just to have fun’, but inside is a viciously competitive maniac who can’t STAND to not win. I want blood. I want victory. I want my opposition to CRY!!!
Luckily our Beer League Softball team is awesome. Undefeated all summer, usually sealing our win on most games by the 3rd or 4th inning so the rest of the innings were just us having a great time (while winning, of course). I was pretty sure we were the BEST. That is until I chatted with the league commissioner about the upcoming fun tournament on Saturday.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hey Rob, thanks for Umping tonight (we were in the finals, so we had an actual umpire – in beer league?!?! We’re pretty much professionals.)
Rob: No prob, are you excited for Saturday’s tournament?
Me: Heck ya! What’s the format going to be?
Rob: Oh, don’t worry, you’ll just play teams from the B tier, not the teams from the A tier.
Me: …
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So… we’re in the ‘B’ league, not the ‘A’ league?
Rob: Yep
Me: well… maybe next year we should sign up for the A tier?
Rob: umm, that’s a terrible idea you guys aren’t good enough to play against those teams.
Me: oh *crying inside*.
Rob: okay, see you Saturday.
Me: yea. sure.
My euphoric high from finishing an undefeated season was BURSTED by Rob telling me we weren’t the best.
I have issues.
I’ll wear my ‘2010 Champions’ shirt with pride though; no one has to know that we were the winners of the loser league, right?
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