My soph year we put together the best squad I have ever played on, in any sport. Ten run ruled every single team we played. We had two guys who could have played, or did play at one point, Div I (one had played at Michigan the year before but transferred to IU and lived on our dorm floor. Quiet kid from Jamaica or something who was the faster player I've ever witnessed. He beat out a routine ground ball to the pitcher, who did not bobble it or even let up on his throw to first; the other was my freshman year roommate who had an offer to play at Dayton (Div II?) and another school) and a few others that were standouts in high school.
Three of the other players were from my high school baseball team which was pretty good. One was our IM pitcher, who was an abysmal athlete, but for some reason could pitch really well within those stupid intramural rules when he was high (and ONLY when he was high). Dude could out drink or out smoke any man alive.
At one point in the tournament, maybe three games in, we only had 6 people. They let us field a squad and not forfeit. We ten run ruled the opponent in 4 innings. The Jamaican guy, who would only play first base, conceded and played CF. He tracked down everything. I played the entire right side of the infield, and our SS played the entire left side. No catcher (god the ump was pissed at that). Glorious.
Made it to the dorm championship game and pummelled Wright Dodds (dorks who wore "Speed Kills" on the back of their shorts) 16-1. As soon as the last out is recorded, their "captain," holding a clipboard, and an intramural official walked over and asked did this player and this player on our team live at [specific addres; the Villas]. The captain is pointing at his clipboard to show the official. We said "Yep. So?" "Sorry, you're disqualified. All members have to live in the dorms." We had no clue. What's worse, they were two of our middling players. And Dodds had somehow scouted our squad and done intel or whatever and waited until the very end. Dickheads.
Still makes for great things to bitch and text about though. What could have been . . .