It’s no secret to my high school friends that I was a terrible baseball player for the three years that I played during my junior high school years. No secret at all. In fact, stories still surface every now and again that bring these hilarious, horrendous memories back in the front of my mind, like the time when I struck out and threw my bat into right field (I was ejected). Then, it was embarrassing. Now, it’s hilarious.
Fast forward ten years, and I’m back at it again. Except now, it’s men’s softball, the funniest thing that exists in the world today: a bunch of guys way past their prime in athletics till trying to live the dream and re-live the glory. Softball is the only thing that you can be a STUD at, and still no one cares. Lol. But man, I love it. I’ve always told everyone I know that, though I was much more suited for football with my build, I’ve always LOVED playing baseball.
Under the direction of our fearless (and incredibly blunt) coach, Matt Mitchell, I now play for Westbury Baptist Church, or “OD”, as we call ourselves. I think it stands for “Operation Domination”, but since we haven’t won any games yet, we’re thinking of making it “Organ Donors”. And again, those same feelings of inadequacy that I used to have when I played baseball have resurfaced. But because we were just out there to have fun and weren’t that concerned with winning (clearly - since we’ve lost every game), I had a blast. Who goes 2 for 6 and has a blast? Who blows the only two hits that came to him in the game? (yes, I play right field…shut up) Who wears a tanktop for a softball uniform? Me.
And I can’t wait until next week, when we do it again. Thanks coach Mike.
SRay
