New things

So...I tried it. I promised I would, and I figured I would hate it and then move on. I could blame my dislike on the team, on my boredom, on anything but at least I tried, right? Give it the 'ol college try?

Last week at work someone asked me to play softball for their team. They needed more women. I just wanted to say: So you really just want me for my two x chromosomes...yea, I don't really feel that wanted. But in an effort to meet new people at work I decided to give it one try. I promised I'd try once.

Here's the thing, I don't play softball. I don't even know how to. I've only played ONE other time in my adult life. And I was bored. To.TEARS. So I never went back. And I think I might have played in high school gym class...but that was it. It wasn't until I lived in MA that anyone bothered to explain the rules of the game...being surrounded by red socks fans someone is bound to over excitedly explain how to play the game.

I played soccer in high school (use your feet) and Ultimate in college (flat ball...not round ball) and now...i do some tri stuff and a little bit of this and that, but throw and catch and HIT a ball...no way.

But I went out. And I threw the ball. And I caught the ball. And you know what?? I HIT THE BALL AND DIDN'T GET OUT!! I had a base hit! Woohoo! My team even tried to call me a ringer. (no i'm not that good, but they were being nice and i think secretly trying to get me to join the team). And...shhhhhhhhh...it was fun.

Granted the fun-ness of the game also was in the fact that we kicked some serious butt, the innings weren't too long, and there is a time limit on the game...so the game can't be very long either.

Me and my athletic ADD at it again. Looks like another thing to put on the schedule!