Softball champs

Well, we're tied for first in the league anyway.

Our first game was last night. We played the defending champs and won 7-4. One of my best friends plays on the other team, which made it even better...

It was nice to know I can still play. Baseball is my favorite sport. Period. I love it! But it's been a while.

I bought a glove the other day to replace the one my little brother apparently lost last year. It seemed to work. Considering the three batters who flied out to me, I'd say it's working.

However, a fourth batter didn't fly out to me. He flied out to the guy in right-center. And it hurt.

I played left-center. A fly ball was hit to dead center. The right-center fielder and I both ran full speed for it. I called for it a few steps before getting there. He probably called it too. I couldn't hear him and he probably couldn't hear me. But either way, I positioned slightly behind him in case he didn't back out and still went for it.

He went for it.

I've been limping on my right leg all day. My upper leg - whatever that bone is called...the fibia? something like that - collided with his upper leg. We were both running so hard I thought it was his knee that hit me. Thankfully it was the second to last out of the game, so I pretty much just said that it didn't hurt so we could get it over with.

It hurt. Still does. But hey, it's proof...Joey is back in his game!

I should add a sidenote here. It's my philosophy on ball hogs. There are only two sports where it's okay to be a ball hog.

If you said "basketball," you're wrong. It's never good to be a ball hog in basketball. Even if you're Kobe Bryant.

The two sports are volleyball and baseball.

There's nothing worse than watching a baseball fall between two fielders because they were so nice as to let the other one look at it to. The only thing that compares in worseness (sorry, that word is going to have to work) is watching a volleyball drop between two volleyball players who are also too nice to be a ball hog.

Be a ball hog. You may get a little more beat up if you're playing with other ball hogs, but in the end, you'll probably get more outs (or hit more volleyballs over the net), and your team will be much better off for it.

(By the way, if you read my last post, you're probably wondering why I'm back in less than a day. It's a long story. Suffice it to say that I got a call saying that what I was going to do was cancelled. I got the call 90 miles after I left. So, I'm back.)

UPDATE: I forgot to mention...my teammates are threatening to take up a collection for me for cleats. I don't have any. The only tennis shoes I do have just got paint all over them thanks to a project I was working on over the weekend. I'm not terribly concerned, but I guess I do look a bit out of place with tennis shoes that are partially painted red. Whatever....