monsterpile wrote:AbeVigodaLive wrote:monsterpile wrote:AbeVigodaLive wrote:Q12543 wrote:Not a fan of limiting a certain type of shot. That just seems....unnatural I guess.
It has to be a combination of making interior scoring a bit more efficient by not allowing assault and battery by post defenders and making 3-point shooting a bit less efficient by extending the distance.
Obviously, you've never experienced the joys of old fat man softball!
One summer in college I was going to be an umpire for Softball. I was working towards taking the test and then realized how many different sets of rules there were for every type of league. I also realized I would likely be the only official there for these games and how there would be players that did know the game more than I did (plus the propel that think they know)...and I decided to do something else. I think it was a wise decision. Lol
People must have loved that Nuggets Utah game last night right?
Don't forget that there's lots of drinking... right?
At least that's my assumption of slow-pitch softball. I just know that some of the higher-level leagues limit the number of HRs you can hit. I played a year or two back in the day... we should not have been in those higher-level leagues.
I haven't ever seen people drink in any of the parks and rec leagues I went to see people play but I know that type of thing happens. Maybe some of the other league they did. One time one of my College teachers who was also the athletic director asked me to sub for his Cory league softball team. I was WAAAYY out of my league. It's sooooooooo damn embarrassing to strike Out in slow pitch softball. I did hit a ball down the 3rd base line Later in the game that usually was a double. I had to put on the brakes hard rounding 1st when the outfielder got to it quickly and fired a strike to the 2nd baseman. I would have been out by a mile. We got absolutely crushed so the game ended in fewer innings because of the mercy rule. I was in the outfield (Thank goodness if wasn't in the infield) and that last inning a guy hit a ball to shallow center field. I got a shockingly good read on the ball and was Charging in to get it and knew I had to slide to make the catch...that's when I thought in my mind "where was that dog poop I saw earlier" I slid made the catch and both teams cheered the play partly because it was a nice play and probably partly because the game was over. Lol I looked down and I came up just short of the dog poop. I retired from city league parks and rec softball after that great moment. :)
Meh. I was there. I saw your catch. It was dog shit...
By the way, I was a baseball kid growing up, playing middle infield through high school. I always thought I could handle the leather pretty well.
Well, at some point during college or shortly after... we got in that higher level softball league I mentioned. Here I was lean and wiry and in pretty athletic. And it meant nothing in high-level softball.
In the first game, I played 3B. The other team went through its allotted number of HRs early (or only certain guys could still hit them... I don't remember). But you still had these huge burly guys hitting. And they could turn on a slow pitch softball.
I felt more like a hockey goalie than an infielder. And I was using my tiny middle infield glove trying to catch hot line drives from 250 lb men with tree trunk forearms hitting a hard object about 60 feet away from me. And I wasn't wearing a cup. NOPE.
I demanded a move to the OF for the first time in my life after that game. And then I quit altogether after that debacle of a season.
