So to begin, one must know the nine years I've played softball I've been scared shitless of the ball. Playing games barefoot in my neighbor's back yard, to then progressing High School softball, or what I like to call bitch-ball I mastered how to still have fear. So after three years not playing the game (quiting because the girls were heartless souls), this summer I decided softball would be a nice idea to get back into some type of shape. Maybe even enjoy the sport for what it truly is. The team I was invited to play on was co-ed and kinda lame. More lame than those shoes your grandma bought you when you were 15.
Anywho, last Sunday I played first base since I'm the only long armed/legged girl on the team. The team we were playing against were late twenty year old legends. Scoring run after run, I decided to have my own fun and start some small talk with the people who made it to first base. I made a few friends, one with a hamstring problem and the other was a woman who was barely five feet tall. Their red jerseys reminded me of the red pac man ghosts who were dominator of their ghost friends. For sucking at fielding, my strong suit would be smashing the ball into center. Which brings me to the most important part of this blurb of words. So there I was. Standing on second, out of shape and out of breath I watch a fly ball get caught over my head and stay put. Not to notice my team member on first coming at me to steal the base, so my ass needs to start fucking moving I had thought. My legs start plowing to third as I see the pixie stick looking dude eye me and throw to third. At this point, I've been saying various cuss words as I'm trying to move my ass to third base. I slide into third base, creating this sandy thunderstorm of pride. The ump called the play as safe, which made the slide worth the damage. Getting scraped up for some freakish reason makes me feel like a better athlete so the roughed up shin I have now is only the proof I've missed the sport itself. So the moral of this story is diving in dusted gravel has induced a wicked nostalgic enjoyment I have for the game of softball. My scraped shin is probably the coolest thing about me as of right now.
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