Now, I haven't played softball, or anything like it, since I was on my school's team in 7th grade. I remember two things from that experience:
1. playing right field, and making one catch, when the ball was hit right to me, and all I had to do was reach right out in front of me and catch the waist-high ball. My coach later told me that it was "a lucky catch." I replied that "I live on luck." and
2. the only time I ever got on base, when I was hit by a pitch. A normal person could have probably jumped back and avoided contact with the ball, but not me. I saw the ball coming, froze, and got hit in the side. I doubt that I ever made it past first base.
Well, my experience yesterday was surprisingly better than that of 13 years ago. I should mention that I requested number 19 on my jersey, in honor of my beloved Matt Murton (see my last post). Like him, I played right field and made one almost-catch, where I managed to run to where the ball was in time, get it into my glove, then have it hop right back out. I had 2 at-bats, and grounded out both times (in true Matt Murton fashion, at least so far this season). I consider this a small victory, since it does mean that my bat made contact with the ball both of my at-bats. It was a short game, however, ending after 5 innings, as the other team had beaten us 15 to 4, or something like that (it was really hard to keep track).
Looks like it's time for some batting practice!