First Training aka Letdown

To start my club the Gawler Ranger's were not what I expected.  I didn't expect the intensity to match the tenacity of Jeremiah Robbin's baseball machine at Western Oregon but surely they would have some sense of the game.  I should have consulted Anon before making this assumption because I truly felt like an ass when I went through my first practice (or 'training' as my Aussie counterparts prefer to call it).  The coach dressed in Levi's and an old Cardinals jacket. The players wardrobe consisted of mostly shorts and soccer cleats; caps were apparently optional and the starting shortstop wore a gray wifebeater and a Monster energy drink cap.  I went about my business as usual, hustling, working to get behind fly balls in the outfield all the while trying to  attempting to keep my cool and not swear at teammates after every botched routine play.  I had two at bats, saw two pitches both I hit squarely to the right side. One was misplayed in the outfield and went for a triple and the other was a clean single.  I followed that with throwing to six hitters off the mound-nothing was hit out of the infield.