Swing Batta Batta...

Well, last night was officially my first softball game since my senior year of high school. And I'll save you the anxious wait....we won! Basically because not one person from the other team showed up, so they automatically forfeited, but hey...a win's a win. I was actually really grateful that we didn't have to play a real game because I've made it to neither of the two practices we've had. Hey, not my fault. The first one was Easter Sunday and the second one was during my adventure to Asheville.

Long story short, I haven't picked up a bat in like six years, which led me to worry just a smidge that I wouldn't be good at softball anymore. Okay, really, it was more like OHMYGAH I'LL STRIKE OUT 18 TIMES AND MY FACE WILL BE MANGLED BY THE BALL I CANNOT CATCH BECAUSE SOMEONE PUT BUTTER ALL OVER MY GLOVE!

But then LH and I warmed up and my face didn't end up smashed in, and then I fielded a few balls and THEN they called me up to bat (oh yeah, we stayed to practice since we weren't playing, btw). Nerves. There's people everywhere and my shorts are starting to give me a wedgie. Whatever, forget the wedgie, C, just hit. the. ball. Oh and hit that ball I did. I still got it, kids.

I was thrilled. Even after LH's snide complimentary? remarks that "hey, you're not that bad" and "wow, you got a pretty good little arm." Thanks, I forgot we were playing 5k t-ball.