home run!
i don't think i've told my devoted readers some exciting news:
i joined a rec softball team!
we play every wednesday night, in the presidio. it's a bunch of conor's friends from college, plus me, my co-worker, and my friend from high-school/through my sister. and a few others (i'm not sure how we know them). it's a good group. our team name is 'rehab'.
since i'm a terrible fielder (i can't seem to muster up the passion to dive for a ball), i have decided the only way i can meaningfully contribute to my (very ghetto) team is to pitch. and by-golly, i'll get good at this pitching thing if it kills me!
first of all, you can't pitch these games like they taught us to in little league. if a batter stands still and never swings, you can strike them out in only one way: if your pitch arcs over 6 feet in the air and than lands smack on the plate. strike.
anything else (arc too low or it doesn't hit the plate) is a ball.
there are a lot of funny rules like this in our league and it makes for a hilariously goofy softball game.
that, and, well, our team kinda sucks. that makes it fun too.
we're getting better... in our first game, i think we lost by 15 points. each game has been a tiny bit better until this week (gasp!) when we almost won! of course we didn't actually win, but we were close. very very close. seductively close...
i also discovered that drinking several beers greatly improves my pitching and batting abilities.
the last final thing to note is that i resurrected my cursed-white glove for this. the whole experience has been funny because it's a little small but still fits (heck i used it when i was what? 12?).
and it's been treating me kindly so far... but i'm still waiting for it to rear it's ugly head. not a game goes by where i don't get at least one joke from either an ump or a rival player about the glove fooling them... that's when all the nightmares flood back into my head of the cursed day... when that glove really DID fool someone... oh the embarassment!
but here is what i've learned:
a. everybody (or glove) deserves a second chance.
b. laughing it off and meeting the curse face-to-face has helped greatly -- i simply tell the jokesters that it used to get me in a lot of trouble when i played little league, and we laugh and carry on.
c. i still love that a white glove makes me oddly cool in that 'where the hell did you get a white glove?' kind of way.
so the glove and i are friends again...
i joined a rec softball team!
we play every wednesday night, in the presidio. it's a bunch of conor's friends from college, plus me, my co-worker, and my friend from high-school/through my sister. and a few others (i'm not sure how we know them). it's a good group. our team name is 'rehab'.
since i'm a terrible fielder (i can't seem to muster up the passion to dive for a ball), i have decided the only way i can meaningfully contribute to my (very ghetto) team is to pitch. and by-golly, i'll get good at this pitching thing if it kills me!
first of all, you can't pitch these games like they taught us to in little league. if a batter stands still and never swings, you can strike them out in only one way: if your pitch arcs over 6 feet in the air and than lands smack on the plate. strike.
anything else (arc too low or it doesn't hit the plate) is a ball.
there are a lot of funny rules like this in our league and it makes for a hilariously goofy softball game.
that, and, well, our team kinda sucks. that makes it fun too.
we're getting better... in our first game, i think we lost by 15 points. each game has been a tiny bit better until this week (gasp!) when we almost won! of course we didn't actually win, but we were close. very very close. seductively close...
i also discovered that drinking several beers greatly improves my pitching and batting abilities.
the last final thing to note is that i resurrected my cursed-white glove for this. the whole experience has been funny because it's a little small but still fits (heck i used it when i was what? 12?).
and it's been treating me kindly so far... but i'm still waiting for it to rear it's ugly head. not a game goes by where i don't get at least one joke from either an ump or a rival player about the glove fooling them... that's when all the nightmares flood back into my head of the cursed day... when that glove really DID fool someone... oh the embarassment!
but here is what i've learned:
a. everybody (or glove) deserves a second chance.
b. laughing it off and meeting the curse face-to-face has helped greatly -- i simply tell the jokesters that it used to get me in a lot of trouble when i played little league, and we laugh and carry on.
c. i still love that a white glove makes me oddly cool in that 'where the hell did you get a white glove?' kind of way.
so the glove and i are friends again...
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