Description: This is an ode to the game called rounders/softball/baseball (delete as appropriate) and my long school years playing it.
An ode to Rounders (or English baseball) -------------------------------------------
Rounders (or Softball). If there is a more pointless school sport in existence I don't know what it is. If you've ever played or watched baseball you'll get the idea immediately, its essentially the same...in fact it IS the same. The only difference is that team size depends on how many kids turn up for P.E. lessons. Its a mostly memorable sport for me for two reasons:
1) The injuries I picked up playing it.
When attempting to field in one particular game a SOFTBALL (who ever named that has clearly never been hit by one) hit a bump in the ground and, since I was kneeling down to stop it, bounced up and caught me just under the eye. Painful would be an understatement. The other was managing to do a muscle in my foot (also fielding bizarrely enough). Note: if you pull a muscle DO NOT attempt to run it off....it doesn't work lol.
2) My short career as an umpire.
This taught me to show sympathy to all referees/umpires/other officials. Picture this: the only place you can sit is so wonderfully placed that at no point in the game can you actually get a clear sight of all four bases....and they're relying on you to spot run-outs. You give someone in the fielders complain, you give someone out the batsmen complain.....essentially, you can't win. Advice to anyone who hates officials: spend a day working as a rounders umpire and you'll never complain again.
And one last thing (apologies to anyone who finds this sexist): a game I played a long time ago, boys v girls, boys win crushingly. This leads to the best telling off from a teacher I've ever heard:
"Of course the girls lost, they spent the whole time picking daisies."