Speaking of Babbling Gibberish
The company softball season starts next Thursday. Oog. It looks as if the weekend will be spent inside the confines of a batting cage and oiling the glove. (No euphemism intended...much.)Please explain something. Why is it that I can knock the crap out of a slow-pitch softball when a machine is pitching, but whiff miserably when up to bat facing a human? Last year, I hit a good few doubles and triples in practices, but was the strike-out queen in actual games. I just need that ONE PITCH to go right; the one that connects with a resonant "crack!", makes the ball sail, and kicks stage fright right in the tuckus.
Meh, at least I can catch anything hurled at me and throw slightly better than your average lass. Those skills will (hopefully) redeem the red-faced heliocopter swings that are bound to happen. Plus, our team usually tries to pound down a few brews while waiting for an at-bat, so maybe no one will notice.
All of you are welcome to come watch/point and laugh/take pictures for posterity. Oh yeah, moral support would be good, too.
picked from the vine by sv @ 5:22 PM
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