it seems like weeks since i’ve done a flake-off friday and thanks to my softball game last night, i have a decent story.
i played left field last night; i volunteered as i haven’t really played softball since i was 8. each inning, i would run out to that part of the field and wonder what i would actually do if the ball came at me. i literally bought my glove 20 minutes before the game started and picked my number to be 34C. this is bush -league softball and i am barely talented enough to be on the team.
during the second game (we play double-headers each week), i was feeling a little more comfortable with myself as i had managed to get on base a couple of times and had fielded a couple of balls out in left. and we were winning, unlike the first one, where we lost due to the so-many-runs rule. needless to say, my confidence had risen considerably since the first game.
(quick side-note on getting on base: the first time i managed to get on first, i was running so hard that i somewhat lost my balance and did that awkward run where all of your weight is forward and you almost pitch face-first on the ground, arms waving like a pinwheel at your sides. i managed to keep my balance and i was safe, but it was ugly and mildly embarrassing).
after one inning of batting, i was trotting out to left and decided to add some spring to my step by doing ‘high knees’. if you aren’t familiar, this means you run while lifting your knees up high by your waist. and, yes, it does make you look dumb. but i didn’t care, it had been a long time since i’d done high knees and i felt the need.
as i get about 30 yards from my spot in the grass, i hear someone yell, ‘hey, a little help!’ and i look over and the ball from the field directly next to us had been hit in my direction and was rolling towards me in the grass. this, of course, made every player on that field look directly at me, high-kneeing-it to my spot. as i look over and realize what is going on, i hear, ‘why don’t you prance over there and get that ball?’ from the same guy who yelled for help. although i do think this is a funny comment, i am not a prancer.
i pick up their ball and yell, ‘dude, it was high knees!’ and chuck it back at them. i hear no less than three guys laugh at this comment as i lift my chin and walk normally to my spot in left field.
softball may be a theme for a durtbagz contest in the near future. cross your fingers that i don’t eat it on the way to first next week.
have a great weekend. oh, and if you are the one person on the planet that hasn’t seen beyonce eat it at her orlando concert earlier this week, please watch it. i cry every time i see it and that has been about 200 times. she does take it like a champ afterwards, i have to admit. i think her hair even whips better after the tumble. i was going to add the video on here, but apparently it is a ‘violation of sony/bmg music rights’ on youtube. sure, we’re watching it to copy the song. not for the 3.4 second clip of her nose-diving off of the stairs.