I was talking to my wife one
evening last year and she had said, “I wish you played some sort of sport so
the kids and I could come watch you.” I jokingly said “You can watch on of my
fishing tournaments.” Believe it or not that was not the kind of sport she was
referring to. I was never really an
athletic person and I am not in the best shape of my life so I just kind of
blew this off. Around two weeks later a friend of mine from work asked me if I
had ever played softball. I told him no and he tried to convince me to fill an
empty spot on his team. I tried to tell him that I on a softball team was
probably not going to help the team out. He then told me who all was on the
team and I realized that with a recreational softball team it was more about
enjoying the game than being an excellent athlete. Then I remembered my wife
telling me she wished I played an organized sport. In the end I agreed to play
and after the first practiced realized that while not being the best player on
the team I wasn’t the worst. Then I realized that I was one of the oldest
people on the team. Only two were as old as or older than me. We played a few
games and I realized that my belief that softball isn’t that physical was
quickly broken. I was sore after each game and I realized just how out of shape
I was in. It wasn’t until about the sixth game when I realized maybe I should
not be doing this.
I thought I would slide into
second base and ended up dislocating my left kneecap. This was very painful but
nothing new to me I had trouble with my knees when I was younger. I ended up
being off work almost all summer long and was not able to do much of anything.
This made me realize that I was probably too old to play softball for fun and
my wife hasn’t asked me to play any more sports.
Ryan,
ReplyDeleteAt least you made it to second base. I would have had two strokes and a major heart attack rounding first. Then with my Alzheimer’s I would have forgotten how to get to second from there. After being directed to second and arriving thirteen minutes after the ball arrived I would have been called out sliding by a reluctant ump who only felt sorry for me. He would have handed me the softball as a memento for my effort and threw his hand in the air ejecting me from baseball for life.