Softball Practice

So we had voluntary practice today and I decided to go because I really wanted to play catch. I showed up a little after the time and walked to the field and...no one is there. Well its expected that not many people would come since its the day before Easter but what about the person that scheduled the practice. I walk head down to my car and see some guy in his turtleneck warm up outfit and ask if he's the coach's name. No, he's not, but he is also here to practice as well. Great! Then we kinda just stand next to our cars for about 5 minutes in silence and I try to use my inner-skills of how to get out of practice tactfully. After the 5 minutes silence another guy shows up and him and the other guy are starting small talk and I'm just standing awkwardly. Then the first guy, which we'll call Fred, says "Hey I guess I can get my stuff out now" and proceeds to change into his cleats and this softball bag. The other guy, which we'll name Hunani also proceeds to get his softball bag. I look down and look at my old New Balance sneakers, my glove and my purse. Hmm...a little different than playing catch. Finally the person who scheduled the practice shows up. He is also in cleats and a bag. The guys all seemed to be bonded and this revealed the team might be not as uncompetitive as it advertised. Now my getting out of here excuse kicked into high gear. As we walked to the field and the guys continued to change into their softball socks and other miscellaneous things and I clutched my glove and thought about if I should reveal I just have a sweatshirt on, no sporty sweat-proof shirts...then it hit me. A family obligation which requires me to only be here a short while. Its not a lie, my family would like to see me earlier than later and that's an obligation in coming today...kinda. So I make my exit pretending I didn't have my gear because it would only be a short practice. We'll see how this season turns out :-\