Battery

Last week's softball game was a real nail biter. The Giant Robot hitters overcame my shaky pitching to give us a decent lead, which we struggled to keep. Our opponents were down by one with two runners on base when we ended it at the top of the sixth. Too close.

This season we aren't allotted as much free time at the field for practice, so we're mixing in sessions at the batting cages. There was a decent turnout last night--maybe eight of us. Nate purchased a self-help batting DVD that I watched and have been trying to apply. Four tokens later, my arms felt like chow fun.


This must be our seventh or eighth season, we're back at the lowest level of Parks & Rec leagues, and I'm still bring to figure out how to hit the damn ball. And remember how to find the plate. All proof that it's never too late to learn. Or is it?

The whole team sports experience is still pretty new to me. It's not like snowboarding, skateboarding, surfing, running, or Scrabble, where if you suck you don't drag other people down. There's a lot of pressure involved, and I don't always like it. But when you contribute--or, even better, get picked up by teammates, I have to admit that it's pretty nice.