Friday, April 03, 2009
A Softball Story
So there I was, stepping up to the plate for the first time ever. Their pitcher throws the ball nice and slow. I swing and hit the ball. It goes to the left side of the field and the person catches it. The second time I am at the plate I get up there and the ball comes my way. I swing and hit the ball. It is a left side grounder. I run to first base and don't make it there in time and I am out. Meanwhile I can't believe I hit the ball. I didn't have any strikes against me last night. Talk about good.
Now talk about reality, the other side of the ball. The first inning I played catcher. One thing that came natural to me was throwing the ball. It was wild maybe a couple of times but most of the time it was dead on. It kinda is like throwing a football. That takes me back to high school when me and my step brother would throw the football after school. He was a super hard thrower (he even tried out for the NFL) and he tought me how to throw and catch a football. But I have never learned how to catch with a glove.
Two things were hard to do: catching the ball and crouching down to catch the ball. Since I couldn't catch 90% of the balls thrown to me I had to go backwords and get the ones that got away. This was definitely cardio exercise and I was out of breath alot. But the most gruesome thing was crouching. So I kind of do a football two point stance and rest my glove on my legs. I even turn sideways. The first inning I was ok but starting to feel some strain. I just can't get comfortable. For you skinny people, imagine strapping a 50 pound weight to your stomach and then having to crouch. The second inning I was in pain. My lower right back was burning and as I sit right now it feels like a black and blue mark is on it. It got to the point where I just gave up on crouching, would stand there far back and try to catch the ball. Even catching became excrutiating. By the next inning they let me sit out. The fourth and last inning I played right field and only had one foul ball come my way over the fence. We lost by the way, something like 20 - 6. But all in all it was fun. I just need a counterweight on my back to help me balance. Ah, new invention - the reversable stomach where you can hang 50 pounds off of your back to enable you to crouch better. Eh, might as well just lose the 50.
Now talk about reality, the other side of the ball. The first inning I played catcher. One thing that came natural to me was throwing the ball. It was wild maybe a couple of times but most of the time it was dead on. It kinda is like throwing a football. That takes me back to high school when me and my step brother would throw the football after school. He was a super hard thrower (he even tried out for the NFL) and he tought me how to throw and catch a football. But I have never learned how to catch with a glove.
Two things were hard to do: catching the ball and crouching down to catch the ball. Since I couldn't catch 90% of the balls thrown to me I had to go backwords and get the ones that got away. This was definitely cardio exercise and I was out of breath alot. But the most gruesome thing was crouching. So I kind of do a football two point stance and rest my glove on my legs. I even turn sideways. The first inning I was ok but starting to feel some strain. I just can't get comfortable. For you skinny people, imagine strapping a 50 pound weight to your stomach and then having to crouch. The second inning I was in pain. My lower right back was burning and as I sit right now it feels like a black and blue mark is on it. It got to the point where I just gave up on crouching, would stand there far back and try to catch the ball. Even catching became excrutiating. By the next inning they let me sit out. The fourth and last inning I played right field and only had one foul ball come my way over the fence. We lost by the way, something like 20 - 6. But all in all it was fun. I just need a counterweight on my back to help me balance. Ah, new invention - the reversable stomach where you can hang 50 pounds off of your back to enable you to crouch better. Eh, might as well just lose the 50.
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