Eh, Again

Bags under eyes, blood in the bowl, alone again, and not caring for the body as I should. Some mornings are like this. Yesterday's lack of effort from key members on the team didn't help. Some people just come to the tournaments for the drinking and social life, the getaway. They stand around watching the game with little interest, which wouldn't be terrible, unless they are on the field supposedly playing a position. The coach stood around watching the game from left field, so what incentive does anyone else have to give any effort? Meanwhile, three of the veteran players sat on the bench, while newer players played. Obviously, that carried over into my mood this morning, in spite of my burning the outfield twice for a double and a triple (without errors). So I played well and feel good about that, but...

Starting another day and trying to shake it off, but ready for today to be even worse... trying to resist expectations but when jumping into water how can one not expect to get wet... not much incentive to keep coming to these tournaments, at least not with this team. They know how I feel because I don't hide it, but they just don't care and continue quitting on the field, so it may be time for a change.

Make the most of your day.

Narf :)