Friday, January 11, 2008
For the LOVE of the game!
We had our first open gym for the 2008 Royal Softball season on Wednesday. My fingers as well as the rest of my body are finally at a point where they are not in too much pain to type or do the other necessary things in life.
But geez it was fun. Ever since Addison was born, I have had this crazy itch. Like I have gone long enough without it and I need it back now.
I even have dreams about it all. The first one, the BYU coach called and said that I needed to start the game on Friday. That my uniform was in the locker and I needed to play. Even in my dream I remember thinking "I have not picked up a ball in like a year and a half and they want me to start?"
The second dream was the U of U calling to say that they started a graduate program and they wanted me to come play again. They would even schedule my practices around Addi's naps. Am I crazy, or do I just miss it too much!
I dont even want to coach! When I went to the gym the other night, I was less concerned with what the girls could do as I was when I was going to get to throw. Finally they all left and I made one girl stay behind so I could pitch. Ya, a stupid 27 year old who had a baby 9 months ago (still needing to lose 9 months of pregnancy) and I was out there pitching like I played the next day.
Oh, it felt so good! Even though after the first pitch the pain in my arm was incredible; even though ever time I picked up Addi yesterday I let out a little wimper, it still was amazing!
Does it never leave? This feeling that I just want to strike out one more girl?
So here is my solution: I am forming a league! I want to start a league that has no age limit. Thats right, anyone can play! Just think of it, all us old folks that still think they have something to prove can come to Roy, Ut once a week and play. Come on, it will be cool! We can play and then sit around for the next hour talking about how many muscles we pulled. And I am NOT talking about slowpitch. I cant play that damn game. I was a pitcher for crying out loud, what is there for me in slowpitch! This will be the real thing! So fun! Do I have your support? If not, just remind me that I am 27, have an adorable baby and need to clean my house more than I need to 'clean house' with my quickly diminshing rise ball. Either way, thanks for listening to my lament about the game of the past. sigh.