As a baseball fan, one of my least favorite things is a rainout, especially when it has been dry for 597 days without a chance for rain and then a deluge comes right after first pitch.
Rainouts usually come just after the playing field has been meticulously readied for the contest and rarely does it ever give you ample time to decide, “Hey, it’s too wet and more rain is coming…so let’s call this sucker before our opponent drives 298 miles only to watch our beautiful red dirt infield turn into a quagmire upon their arrival.”
This situation happens time and time again across our great nation, but it is such a bummer after you have gotten yourself all amped up for a seven or nine inning tilt…depending on if you are watching a high school, college or Major League baseball game. The players hate it, as well as their mamas, because they put on that pristine uniform, head to the field and warm up only to have the game called. That uniform will be mud speckled and mama will have to wash it again; at least that is the way it is at my house.
I am not picking on mama or saying that they should do all the washing, it is just that they are usually the ones left with the washing duties, not that they should be. Come on fellas, wash a load or five this week for your better half; just watch your colors and whites and stuff and the infamous ever-escaping sock.
Well, I understand that rainouts have to happen and the crops and trees and stuff need the wet stuff from above. I am just tired of them already. I have experienced five rainouts personally already with just barely a week of diamond sports season behind us. It is a bummer, but it is just as much a part of the game as umpires and Cracker Jacks. Hopefully spring break and the rest of the games to be played will indeed be played without delay or cancellation because I have had a season’s worth in the last two weeks.
I am so ready to hear those two words, which I haven’t heard in a week, that have excited me for 40 plus years…PLAY BALL!!!
