I played softball ever since I was about 8 years old. I remember my best friend neighbor asking me if I signed up for softball and I didn't really know what it was or that I could! It was around the time of Title 9 where girls could play any sports boys did. I loved softball. Secretly I wanted to be on the Boston Red Sox. I thought I could be the first girl on the Red Sox. I thought that was something noone had thought of before. Then the movie League of Their Own came out. I realized that other girls had the same dreams that I did.
So I played through High School and didn't play in college because the girls were scary, I mean, I was training for ski team year round. This brings us to present day.
The Rec dept in our town put together a coed adult league this year. Who was one of the first to sign up? Yup, me. So psyched to be playing softball after a 20 (or more) year absence. My body realizes it has been a twenty year absence, but my brain has not.
That is why after our first game yesterday I was sitting on the couch with frozen hash browns on my groin and frozen peas on my knee (where I took a line drive) and a big smile on my face.
As I moaned and rolled out of bed this morning, B said she didn't think "old" people should be playing softball and why was I doing it.
"Duh, because it's fun!"
Just hope that if you come for dinner, it's not a low budget week or you might be getting recycled hash and peas.
