We’re all over 55.  Most of us are in their 60s & 70s. Some in their 80s. We are blessed to be able to participate at all at our ages. We all know of those who have been denied this opportunity.
We said we wanted to play for the fun of it. Does that still hold true?
We all have bodies that are slowly declining in strength, flexibility & coordination.  Physical errors are inevitable.  Everyone needs to be commended for their efforts.
We all have minds that, on occasion, fail to register current information and process it appropriately.  Mental errors are inevitable. Everyone needs to be commended for their efforts.
We are all human beings. We are prone to emotional outbursts. These outbursts say more about the person melting down than their perceived  target. If I am the target, try not to take it personally. Tolerance is a wonderful human attribute because I never know when I’ll be the one who is being tolerated.
The composition of our association has one week’s opponents being the next week’s teammates and vice versa. Each game is not - us versus them. It’s - us versus us.
Honesty quells all dissension. If I am sure I am out, I will admit it. Otherwise, I will accept the umpire’s call.  If I wanted to spend my day arguing, I would have been a politician.
We have much less time in front of us than behind us. Do I want to spend that time in anger and resentment or in honesty, acceptance, tolerance, and gratitude?
 I can’t get ahead if I’m getting even.
I have not met one player in our association who is not harder on themselves after a mistake, than anyone else could be.  Each of us is doing our very best at every given moment of our games.
There are no MLB scouts in the stands!  The majority of the spectators are there for any or all of 3 reasons.
They are family or friends there for moral support and/or transportation to urgent care.
They are baseball fans and are amazed by the frequency of highlight reel plays of Seniors.
They find a Keystone Cops quality of entertainment in our attempts to recapture our youth. My best friend calls it “old men playing Little League baseball”.
To quote one of my SSSA heroes Bo Bowman, in any given situation, if I am upset by what I have done or what anyone else has done, I need to remind myself “It’s Senior Softball”. Walk away. Take a deep breath. Let it go.      Then, “Play Ball”!