It is my off season. A time for healing and forgetting how sore I am on Wednesday mornings. You see I am the second baseman for “The Posse”, a Tuesday night Men’s Low Williamson County softball team. Having just finished our most successful season ever (5-3) I reflect on our success. There was the 21-6 victory two weeks ago in which I think every member of our team scored. This season we suffered only one casualty (Rod hurt his knee…again) outside of the normal aches and pains Advil and Aleve address. Our biggest accomplishment was starting to play as a team and bring most of our players up to an ability to throw AND catch. Crazy I know. The latter accomplishment is unique in our league, which judging by the pre and post game prayers on the diamond is 95% church teams (ours being the standout). Sporting shirts with bible verses on them doesn’t lend them an edge and in fact appears to be a detractor. I picture the church bulletin now “Men’s Softball - Tuesday nights - All Welcome”. Invariably the result is 1 or 2 guys that sign up by accident. At least I figure it is an accident because they bring their kid’s teeball glove and wear jeans. Yes I get the point…it is the low skill league and my team definitely belongs. However, all teams are trying to win. Some get a ringer for a pitcher who spins the ball viciously through the air. Others get 18 year old high school baseball players (who always over swing) to spruce up their batting. Anything in the name of winning…except addressing that which hurts their team the most…the guy in blue jeans. He can’t throw, is more likely to hit into a double play than to catch that which is thrown at him and WON’T quit with his “chatter”. Two outs, guy on third? He yells “Play’s at home!”. Brilliant! Clearly there is no natural selection in church league softball.