The great thing about softball is, usually, it's low-key. No one really gives THAT big of a hoot whether they win or lose... at least I don't think they do. Yeah, it's nice to win and be hotshot summer softball league players, but the real highlights of the game, from my point of view, would be eating sunflower seeds (shell and all) until your lips are so salty you can't even lick them without a slight 'salt-sting'. Oh, and there's the running around diving onto bases, getting your uniforms covered in sandy dirt not unlike the same dirt found on the feet of aborigines. Don't forget the sweat-filled baseball caps, and dogs roaming around the bleachers filled with spectators. Just today I saw a golden retriever, a boxer, a poodle, a lab, a pug, and a daschund. That alone is a win in my book.
The highlight of my softball-watching experience thus far? Boys so dirty they have to strip down to their undies for the car ride home... that event alone secured my answer that, yes, I could and I will spectate all summer, actually.
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