Another year of softball, another year I say – “We should pitch in and buy a $400 bat like the other teams.” Then I realize I don’t care that much. My team played the Walmart crew last night. I thought everyone at Wal Mart was 80 years old, but in these guys’ case, descendants of the Vikings on the 13th Warrior. Or they chop wood all day for fun. Their bats were blasting everything at rocket speed. I have a softball imprint in my forearm…from their eight hitter. I also realized I am not Latino. I made a great snag running hard to my left and tossed to first on run. The ball missed my first baseman by at least six feet to the right, unlike the multitudes of agile Dominican second basemen that appear on SportsCenter each night. The only case where good equipment = suck is the guy with the custom pool cue and glove you see at the bar. I’m not even that great at pool, but I have never lost to that douchebag. Buying a cape doesn’t make you Batman, learn to shoot pool, then buy the custom Budweiser cuestick.