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This summer I thought I needed to play on a slow pitch, recreational softball team. I hadn't received any invitations from any other teams, so I decided to start my own. After making myself crazy trying to align teammates schedules and leagues, we landed on the semi-competitive league on Thursday nights.
I grew up playing fast pitch softball. I started with t-ball at 5-years-old, and moved to coach pitch, and then finally fast pitch at 8-years-old. I was a decent player and played through high school. I broke my leg playing indoor softball during the first inning, and finished the game, drove myself home, and took myself to the hospital. I was something of a badass.
Then came college and beer. And then came post-college and cocktails. Now I'm a 27-year-old ex athlete who still plays like she's in prime condition. I have yet to have a game this summer where I have not fallen down or gotten hurt.
Last night, we had a storm roll through during the 3rd inning of our game. We took a 15 minute break, and then came back out onto the field. I'm batting clean-up, and I hit a line drive into right field. I get on base, no problem. Joe is a lefty who bats behind me. He knocks one into left center and it gets through the gap. A faster runner would have made it home to score, but I am slow and know that if I hustle, I will be safe at third. So, I get "on my horse" and start trucking it to second, and as I make the turn to third, I slip in the rubber base and go down flat on my face. The ball is still live, so I turn on my knee and do a sad crawl back to second and extend my arm to the bag and lay there in all my glory. I hear a roar of laughter, and know that this couldn't have looked pretty.
Our team, Scared Hitless, has yet to win a game this season. We've had our fair share of good games, but mostly we've been run ruled. If you'd like to see me possibly break a limb next week during our double header, everyone is welcome to come and laugh at me and maybe shoot some footage to win yourself a little money on America's Funniest Home Videos, or whatever the show is called.
Slaminky Malargy...
Now Playing: "PYT" by Michael Jackson
I grew up playing fast pitch softball. I started with t-ball at 5-years-old, and moved to coach pitch, and then finally fast pitch at 8-years-old. I was a decent player and played through high school. I broke my leg playing indoor softball during the first inning, and finished the game, drove myself home, and took myself to the hospital. I was something of a badass.
Then came college and beer. And then came post-college and cocktails. Now I'm a 27-year-old ex athlete who still plays like she's in prime condition. I have yet to have a game this summer where I have not fallen down or gotten hurt.
Last night, we had a storm roll through during the 3rd inning of our game. We took a 15 minute break, and then came back out onto the field. I'm batting clean-up, and I hit a line drive into right field. I get on base, no problem. Joe is a lefty who bats behind me. He knocks one into left center and it gets through the gap. A faster runner would have made it home to score, but I am slow and know that if I hustle, I will be safe at third. So, I get "on my horse" and start trucking it to second, and as I make the turn to third, I slip in the rubber base and go down flat on my face. The ball is still live, so I turn on my knee and do a sad crawl back to second and extend my arm to the bag and lay there in all my glory. I hear a roar of laughter, and know that this couldn't have looked pretty.
Our team, Scared Hitless, has yet to win a game this season. We've had our fair share of good games, but mostly we've been run ruled. If you'd like to see me possibly break a limb next week during our double header, everyone is welcome to come and laugh at me and maybe shoot some footage to win yourself a little money on America's Funniest Home Videos, or whatever the show is called.
Slaminky Malargy...
Now Playing: "PYT" by Michael Jackson
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