Sore Back, Tan Legs
So I played my first game of softball last night. The last few years in school have taken me from the ball field to the classroom. My philosophy class was cancelled so I decided to…(pardon the pun) – give it a whack.
It was 90 degrees here in Portland yesterday so you can imagine how excited I was anticipating an hour and a half on the dirt behind second base. I don’t usually play second base but because of my hiatus I couldn’t complain – I was playing. There were no trees for shade and no running water for cool water. There was a stiff, warm breeze to keep my shorts from sticking to my thighs. (I’m a little heavier since the last time I put on those shorts.)
Now I put on a fresh coat of self tanner that morning, so my legs were almost the color of the dirt. The really sexy part was when the dirt was kicked up by the wind and sticking to my sweaty legs. Were the streaks from the dirt and sweat or the self tanner and sweat? Now there is a mystery. Note: Keep with plan to apply tanner on weekends only when I have more time to spend getting it “perfect.”
My daughter commented on “how unnaturally” tan I looked. This coming from a girl who is half Native American and doesn’t have to worry about looked pasty white at any time of the year. I appreciate her brutal honesty but this is taking a toll on my self-esteem. Last week I wasn’t cool enough for a certain pair of reading glasses and now I’m “unnaturally tan”.
“Dude it was the dirt from the baseball diamond.”
Needless to say; I played pretty well considering I haven’t been out there in two years.
Hits – 1 single/1 strike out (very embarrasing)
Runs – 2 forced/sacrificed outs at 3rd base
Outs – 3 – I caught an infield fly ball/threw someone out at 1st and 2nd
Next Thursday I have a date with Plato in my philosophy class – so I will miss playing. Maybe when I reappear for my next guest spot on the team I can play first base – just like the old days.
Holiday Weekend Folks — I’m off to enjoy it.
