Whiffleball

so a bunch of us went to a park district picnic area and played some whiffleball after work today. Man, when was the last time I played that game? It was funny how it came about - it almost didn't happen at all. Some people from another group at another building at work wanted to challenge us to a game, and it was supposed to be today around 2:00pm (yup, I got the clearance from my manager to attend). But they were going to cancel at the last minute due to conflicts in time with my group. So as a result, I left my change of clothes at home this morning. I should have known better - they contacted me later saying that the game was back on, and that they expected me to be there. Great! I got in my car, drove back home (glad I'm only 30 minutes away), packed my clothes, and met up with everyone at the park. It was a good time all around - glad the rain stayed away (though the gnats kept circling around everyone's heads).

Now either I haven't played Whiffleball in such a long time that I forgot the rules, or we totally made it up as we went along. Apparently there's no physical baserunning, but the kind of hit made is dependent on how far you hit the whiffleball past the designated cones along the baselines (failed outfielder catches also count, depending on where it was dropped). Unbelievably, my coworker Angelo was the slugger of our group - even though he has no depth perception (due to past eye injuries). He chalked it up to tennis practice...well, I suppose anything's possible. Unfortunately my team lost by one point, even though we staged a furious last inning comeback from a 4 point deficit. That's OK, we plan on playing again in August...hopefully we can all get to play, and that my team emerges victorious...