Alright, so, ‘south central baseball.’ Sounds pretty straightforward, right? That’s what I thought, anyway.
I got this idea in my head, you know, get involved, maybe help out a bit. I pictured kids playing, community spirit, all that good stuff. I really wanted to throw myself into it.
So, I showed up. First practice, or what they called a practice. It was… something.
We spent the first hour just trying to find enough decent baseballs. I’m not kidding. And the bats? Half of ’em were dented or had grips peeling off. Then there was the ‘schedule.’ Seemed like nobody actually knew when the next game was, or who we were even playing. It was just a lot of shrugging and “uh, maybe next week?”
I tried to get some answers, figure out who was in charge. That was like chasing smoke. One guy would point to another, who’d point to someone else. Felt like I was running in circles.
This whole experience, it just brought back memories, you know?
Reminded me of this other time, completely different thing, but same kinda feeling. Years ago, I tried to get a little community garden going in my old neighborhood. Seemed like a no-brainer. We had this unused patch of land, and I thought, hey, fresh veggies, people getting together. Simple, right?
Wrong.
Man, the hoops I had to jump through. First, there was the city council. Forms, permits, meetings that went nowhere. Then, even when we got a tentative ‘okay,’ trying to get the neighbors on board was like herding cats. Everyone had an opinion, everyone wanted it their way, but nobody wanted to actually dig.
One person complained about potential pests, another about who would water it, another just didn’t like the idea, period. It fizzled out before we even broke ground. All that energy, just… poof.
And that’s kinda how this south central baseball thing started to feel. You go in with good intentions, ready to roll up your sleeves, and you just hit wall after wall of… well, mess.
It’s like some things are just designed to be frustrating, no matter how simple they seem on the surface. You try to organize, you try to contribute, and you end up just feeling tired.
- Finding equipment was a treasure hunt.
- Figuring out the schedule was a mystery.
- Getting clear answers was impossible.
So yeah, ‘south central baseball.’ It’s an experience, I’ll give it that.
I’m still trying to figure out if I’ll stick with it, or if it’s another one of those things where you just gotta walk away before you lose your mind. Sometimes, you just can’t fix the chaos, you know? You just can’t.
