(this picture does not do it justice for it's reflective nature.)I played quite a bit of rec league softball through jr. high and high school, but not more than whiffle ball since. Turns out I still have cleats, but no mitt. Evan and I have enjoyed the occasional game of catch over the last 10+ years since I've played, but I have not swung a bat. Here's the run down of tonight's recent events. I struck out my first time up. I can't remember striking out since I was a sophomore and my boyfriend came to watch the game. (I was intimidated because he was on the school baseball team.) So embarrassing anyway. I was working right field the entire game, completely to my satisfaction. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, because apparently when I get the ball my instinct is to throw as hard as I can with very little aiming. Bottom line: we lost the game 20-8.
Lo an behold, there would be a second game tonight. Yes, a double header. Information that would have been good to know ahead of time, before I brought my kids. The overall rundown goes as follows: I got out twice running to second (implying I did eventually hit the ball); I hit a ball into the outfield and felt pretty awesome about myself until they caught my fly; I missed a fly ball while working the right field, but I did make friends with a blue piece of plastic. Most importantly, I caught a fly ball...with the wrong hand!
I don't know how well you can see the bruised spot just below my middle finger, but it's swollen too. Man that hurt. So I stopped the fly with my right, brought it to my mitt, it bounced out of my mitt, then I still caught it somehow. My right hand would barely respond to throw it in.We did win our second game. Now I'm going to ice my hand.
