seriously, how old am I?
April 30, 2008
Last week, I did something I haven’t done in about 10 years. Namely, I played softball. Slow pitch softball. In what I think is the lowest division of the local city league.
When Paul asked me if I’d like to help fill out the roster on a local cops team, I laughed. But he was serious, so I laid out my conditions, sure he would move on to someone else.
Condition #1: No practices. Anybody who practices slow pitch softball wishes he had played college ball, has a chip on his shoulder, and needs more beer, not more softball.
Condition #2: No more than one (1) game per week. Anybody who plays more than one game of slow pitch softball per week wishes he had played college ball, has a chip on his shoulder, and needs more beer, not more softball.
To my surprise, Paul said “done!”
We’ve played two games now (not in the same week, of course). We won the first one in a dramatic, come-from-behind-in-the-final-inning finish. And we lost the second game by 15 runs. And I enjoyed both games.
You know what? I think I’m comfortably settling into middle age. The key will be to not suddenly gain 20lbs. I confess, I’m worried.