I live in Seattle, so I know that the rains are a reality, even though I am still within one year of moving here.
Having begun the baseball season with the successful completion of five games in six days, I just figured that maybe the rainy spring season was a bit over-hyped. The fact is that, despite forecasts warning of weather contrary to baseball for much of those first six days, I had yet to feel even a drop.
I awoke Thursday morning to the sound of heavy rainfall. When it rains here, it’s usually kinda misty and light. For those of you in other regions of the world, it might rain here frequently as per reputation, but it’s not the rain you see where you live. It’s just lighter.
On this day, however, it was what I’ve taken to calling a “proper rain.”
If I was going to have a rainout, it sure looked like this was going to be the day. Having left work mid-afternoon two days consecutive, I wasn’t going to complain. I get to feeling guilty, even though I do go in early. It’s hard to be the first out of the office by at least two hours every day. Plus, the game was scheduled down in Kent. I’ve been to Kent exactly once, so, between traffic and not knowing where I’m going, I was going to have to allow even more time.
Sure enough, the call came down about mid-morning that the game was cancelled.
Due to some other games being postponed, I also learned my partner for Friday night, who was my partner for my first-ever game, got moved to a rescheduled varsity game and that I had a new partner.
Of course, I expect to work with dozens and dozens of people in the association, so it’s not as if I’m afraid to deal with someone new, but I did feel a little sad to have lost the opportunity to work with the same guy for what would have been a third time. I like getting the feedback on my improvements, as well as new suggestions for areas on which to work.
Then, it just kept raining.
So, after a nice streak to begin the season, it’s a two-day slump. It might have ended up being for the best as the head coach of one of the teams scheduled for the Friday game is actually an umpire himself! The last thing I needed to kick off the weekend was some freak play to occur for which I was unsure of the ruling, only to be face-to-face with a coach who actually knows the rule book.
EGAD!
So, now it’s down to a Sunday youth game before I jet off to Las Vegas for a wedding (MY wedding) and a couple days of whatever people do in Vegas when the get married down there.
While I’m gone, go play ball, would ya?
