Wrong Team

I was on my way to pick my son up from his little league game, just after I’d finished work at the office, when I got stuck in a traffic jam. I must have been waiting for about five minutes before I got frustrated and tried to get off the main road at the earliest opportunity. My son’s school was using a different field this day, and I wasn’t really sure where it was. I guess I should have stayed on the main road because I was soon really lost and had no idea where the hell I was.

After driving around for a bit I finally found a playing field, and I drove up to take a closer look. It seemed as if a game has just finished, there were a whole bunch of people getting in cars and driving off….maybe too many for a school game, but the field didn’t look too busy. I asked a guy where the players were. He looked at me a bit strangely and said I’d missed the game but if I still wanted to talk to the other team, they were loitering in the shower rooms.

The shower rooms were in a long concrete building on the other side of the field. As I went in, I noticed cans of drink and rubbish all over the field and I heard some adults having a heated discussion inside. Going into the shower rooms, I had to go around a corner to the main room where all the benches and lockers were.

I knew instantly when I went inside that I’d picked the wrong field, since there was a bunch of adult players, a coach and some other guys in there looking pretty pissed off about something. There were about fifteen or twenty guys in there, some in their team uniforms, some in towels, and others completely naked. When I was coming in I could hear them telling each other about how the local crowd was so rude, but it didn’t matter, because they’d kicked their asses anyway. They all went silent when they saw me.

“Who the hell are you?” One of them said.

“Ahhh….I think I came into the wrong place…”

“Are you a local?”

“Umm, yeah, I think so…”

“Shit, lady, then you definitely came in the wrong place”.

They started bitching at me like I’d never been spoken to before. I tried to tell them that I’d just made a mistake, but my voice was drowned out by all the guys yelling and swearing. They’d won the game, but the local crowd had thrown their rubbish and sworn at them.