What are you? 12?

I think I play softball with a bunch of whiney 12 year olds. We had a game last night, play off game, against a team that we have beat before. I got there to find that I was not starting and I was batting as an extra hitter. No biggie because apparently before I got there, a certain person was complaining that I always start it "wasn't fair". So, some things got moved around. I can deal with that. Afterall, I am there to have a good time and if that means stepping aside for a couple of innings to give someone a chance to play than that it okay by me. As the night wore on though, things just got worse. There were some bad calls made by the officials, one of which cost us a run. That upset a lot of people and rightly so, but was it really necessary to get into a yelling match with the so called official? I think not. That was exactly what happened though. There were several people on my team that were so upset. They began mouthing off at the official. Not a good idea because it can make the game to turn so fast that way. It was just ugly, not fun and very childish. So here we are at the end of the game saying our congrats to the other team. We always stand out at the mound and have an after game prayer in which the other team joins us. But not this time. One of the guys on the other team declined in a not so nice way. Some of his teammates followed suit. Real mature. But the bigger issue was that when he said his peace, a bunch of my teammates started mouthing off to him and that just caused more of an uproar. People yelling, name calling, getting into each others faces. I just stepped up and told every one how immature and childish they were being. There are no scouts out there, no one is getting paid. This is recreation and supposed to be fun. I was embarrassed by the actions of my so called "adult" teammates. It didn't stop there though. When we filed out of the dugout, I was getting my stuff together and the girl that complained about me getting to start all the time started talking crap about the other teams first baseman...as she was walking by. Obviously she heard the comments and came over to confront my teammate. I was so sick of it by then. I broke them up and told both of them to grow up and just shut it. I packed up my stuff and headed to my car only to find myself in a sea of the other team. One of the guys asked if I was alright and I said no and that quite frankly I was embarrassed. We talked for a minute and he was just as surprised at the reaction from some of his teammates. The thing is, I have been pretty fed up with some of the people on my team for a long time now. And last nights game just validated that for me. They take that game too seriously and get upset and fly off the handle. It takes the fun out of it and just sucks the life out of the team. And ever since we moved, I dread the drive. I say every Friday I don't want to go because of the longer drive. And last nights performance made the 30 mile trip home that much less enjoyable. Hunter has mentioned wanting to play but has never liked the team I was on. He suggested that we look closer to home and find a coed league we can play on together. Well, last night I found one. Hopefully in the fall, we will be playing around here and I will be rid of the whiney 12 year olds that I currently call my teammates.