I read Coach B.'s Road Game Humor thread and it reminded me of a time in Little League. We were traveling for NE Regionals for a chance at the LLWS and stopped at a motel along the way.
Well, we noticed at check in that there was a pool in the center courtyard surrounded by three levels of rooms to all sides. It had been a sweltering day and we were all excited to use the pool and had conspired to conduct a late night stealth operation. Well there was obviously no lifeguard on duty since the lights were off in the pool area, and the light from the few safety lights near the rooms barely made the surface of the water visible. It was going to be great!
After lights out we snuck out of the rooms, quickly hopped the 6’ rubber coated chain link surrounding the pool (a maneuver we were all adept at from chasing balls that left the field during practices), and slipped into the water, we were trying to be quiet and not laugh or talk above a whisper. It was going well and we had not been discovered for what was probably about 10 minutes. There was lots of cover noise for us because the crickets and frogs were going crazy. Our SS just couldn’t resist the call of the diving board. We were urging him in emphatic whispers to not use the board. His ears must have been filled with water, or he was simply ignoring our pleas. He came down hard on the board to get some good air, and that’s when it happened. Unbeknownst to any of us, a flock/swarm of bats had been hanging 10 under that diving board and were not impressed with Steve’s midnight assault. For a second there was a black cloud that formed in the area over the board and we lost sight of Steve. He started screaming, we started screaming, the bats tore off like WE had scared THEM. Steve hit the water sideways with a smack as lights were popping on all around the pool from the surrounding rooms.
Coaches, parents, and patrons alike were not impressed with the early wake up call. We were busted. Hard.