Sawing, Battah!

I joined an intramural softball team at work and we had our 5th game tonight. I played catcher and I actually got someone out at home plate! Ignoring all etiquette, as soon as I realized I'd made an out I jumped up and shouted "Woo hoo!" I don't feel so bad about this, since the other team beat us 22 to 11.

I made a play in our last game and did the same thing. I was playing catcher and the batter hit the ball straight down. Once I realized the ball was right in front of me I grabbed it and hurled it to first base. The first baseman caught it and the batter was out. I was astonished that I'd actually made a play, and I couldn't contain my excitement.

We won our last game in extra innings 13 to 12. A normal softball game is 7 innings, and we won it in the bottom of the 10th. It was a very exciting game. Of course, it was also our first (and only) win this season. It's fun to get out and play and get some exercise, so I don't care so much about the winning part. Actually, I'm happy with the final score tonight because (a) we got 3 runs at our first at bat, which rarely happens; and (b) I think the other team could have really creamed us if they wanted.

When I was a kid I was the only girl on my little league team. We were league champions back in 1989 and until a month ago, I hadn't played at all since then. I've actually never played softball. Usually I can hit fairly well, and I don't completely throw like a girl, which is good. I didn't do so hot batting tonight - I hit the ball twice but was thrown out at first both times, and I actually struck out at my last at bat. Yes, I struck out in slow pitch softball. Sigh. Oh well, for someone who has never played softball, and last played little league baseball 15 years ago, I'm very happy with my performance.