Dickhead of the Week - The Rainout

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I don't get to play in that many baseball games each summer. So when I'm up in Vermont and there's a game scheduled, I really want to play. When that scheduled game gets rained out, I'm disappointed.

But today the Rainout went too far. This game was likely to be my last of the season. I had high hopes for redemption. My 0-for-6 weekend a few weeks back dropped my batting average more than two hundred points. For the first time in a long time (perhaps dating back to the early 80s), I'm batting under .200. Because I play in so few games, that 0-for-6 weekend killed my average.

A good game today could've turned everything around. And I was feeling confident. My back had loosened up. For me, it's all about being relaxed but alert, and I woke up this morning ready to go.

But the Rainout has made this impossible. I will now end the season batting .182. My on-base percentage is .250, thanks to a walk and reaching on a couple of errors. But still... .182.

The Rainout has left a horrible taste in my mouth. A taste that could linger for months. A taste that only time, many trips to the batting cage, and a Mets World Series victory can eliminate.

Rainout, your puddles have dampened my spirits. Your mud has slogged into my soul. The socks of my psyche are wet and cold.

Rainout, you are a Dickhead.