I wanted to title this "I am not really as good a softball player as I think I am." But that was too long. And too self-image-shattering. But seriously, 2 years off has made me into a very rusty, bloody, and banged up second baseman after two back-to-back games tonight. I blame it on kids. And lack of exercise for the last two years...
But even after being battered into the inability to move from my couch right now, I'm still fired up. The last game tonight got me fired up. We played a very good opponent, and they beat us squarely on the field. The banter and jawing back and forth between both teams the entire game was very intense. But that's normal, right? We're men. We're competitive men playing a sport. We're supposed to be that way.
But that's not what has me all riled up enough to write my first blog post in a year and a half. The game was over. We lost. It didn't feel good, but we took it, and we all shook hands and acted like friends. Then, if you've ever played "church league" softball, you know what comes next.
The compulsory prayer.
