Great American Pastime
So I partook in the great American sport named Baseball.
Softball, rather.
One of the guys at work organized a softball team, and they were short women today. One of the other interns Jenna was going to go, so I thought that I might as well.
The last time I played any sort of baseball-ish game is when I was about 6 or 7 in the Burnaby Tee Ball league. So it's been roughly 15 years since I've played any form of baseball. I know the basics - hit the ball and run for it, and that you can take bases, and that sort.
Anyways, I had a fantastic time. I wish I had gone last week. It was warm and sunny with a breeze - perfect for being out in the field.
My goal was to hit the ball. I was pretty certain I would wiff out big time and never be able to hit it. Now, my hand and eye coordination is much better than it was when I was 6, so with mighty CRACK!s, I hit every single ball pitched at me. I never struck out, I never got tagged out, and was able to get two whole runs in. The team sometimes struck out while I was on base, though.
The only bad thing about the game was one fellow on the other team, who was moody right off the bat (no pun intended). He was swearing a bunch and just generally acting like an Ugly American. At one point, Jenna hit a ball far and he dove for it. He missed big time, and pretty much face planted. We stopped the game for about 5 minutes while he rolled about on the grass, obviously winded. Everyone on our team thought this guy was a complete jerk.
I think I also hurt my rotator cuff from throwing the ball around. The first inning I played back catcher, while requires a lot of throwing. I was putting laundry on and my shoulder joint just started to ache something fierce, so I popped some advil and it feels better.
I'm so pleased. It was a great day, and I had a fantastic time!
I also come home in 2 days! 2 days! I can't wait.
Softball, rather.
One of the guys at work organized a softball team, and they were short women today. One of the other interns Jenna was going to go, so I thought that I might as well.
The last time I played any sort of baseball-ish game is when I was about 6 or 7 in the Burnaby Tee Ball league. So it's been roughly 15 years since I've played any form of baseball. I know the basics - hit the ball and run for it, and that you can take bases, and that sort.
Anyways, I had a fantastic time. I wish I had gone last week. It was warm and sunny with a breeze - perfect for being out in the field.
My goal was to hit the ball. I was pretty certain I would wiff out big time and never be able to hit it. Now, my hand and eye coordination is much better than it was when I was 6, so with mighty CRACK!s, I hit every single ball pitched at me. I never struck out, I never got tagged out, and was able to get two whole runs in. The team sometimes struck out while I was on base, though.
The only bad thing about the game was one fellow on the other team, who was moody right off the bat (no pun intended). He was swearing a bunch and just generally acting like an Ugly American. At one point, Jenna hit a ball far and he dove for it. He missed big time, and pretty much face planted. We stopped the game for about 5 minutes while he rolled about on the grass, obviously winded. Everyone on our team thought this guy was a complete jerk.
I think I also hurt my rotator cuff from throwing the ball around. The first inning I played back catcher, while requires a lot of throwing. I was putting laundry on and my shoulder joint just started to ache something fierce, so I popped some advil and it feels better.
I'm so pleased. It was a great day, and I had a fantastic time!
I also come home in 2 days! 2 days! I can't wait.