Softball. Last inning. The other team’s winning by 7. Their baserunner on first makes a weird and loud noise to distract infield on a routine grounder on the third out.
After we got that out, I felt the familiar urge to make a snide comment to him as we were transitioning to the next inning.
I held my tongue. What? I’ve never held my tongue! I’m maturing right before your eyes.
I was proud of myself. We lost the game. But at least I didn’t get chippy like I sometimes do. A team winning by 7 runs has no business having poor sportsmanship. That’s what bothers me. But I trotted to the dugout and didn’t say a word. Am I getting more mature or was he just too far away from me to say something he would hear?
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