Sorry for the late post this week, but I’ve been dreading writing this one…
So just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. Friday evening marked our 3rd and final practice before the official start of the season next week. Coach Doug wanted everyone to show up so that we could have more of a scrimmage style practice this week and get used to the feel of running the bases and trying to get the base runners out.
Even though several of the team members were missing, things were off to a decent start. We were all warming up and starting to get into the swing of things. I was covering first base, which was a little scary due to the high level of activity that usually gets centered around first base, and I was doing a fairly good job of actually paying attention (and not doing my typical M.O. of getting distracted by what was going on around me “ooh shiny” lol).
I even managed to make some pretty great catches (the one thing I’m apparently half-way decent at), and was starting to feel pretty good about myself. That’s when Doug said those three fateful words that changed everything. “Amy, go bat”. That’s where the night took an abrupt turn for the worse.
Now I probably mentioned in my first Weekend Warriors post about the fact that it had been a couple decades since my last Softball game, but there was one time while I was in the Coast Guard that I tried to play with some friends and discovered to my shame and horror, that I couldn’t hit the ball to save my life.
And that was exactly what I’d been expecting at our first practice, but that night something just clicked and I hit the first pitch that came to me, and all but one or two others after that. So I thought maybe that earlier episode had just been a figment of my imagination.
And I kept on thinking that through the next practice, when we didn’t actually bat again. So you can only imagine my horror as I got up to bat and had two big whiffs in a row before finally managing to hit a decent grounder. Again, still thinking that was a fluke, I again got up to bat once I’d run the bases (we were still short-handed at that point so the same people would bat a few times in a row before rotating positions). This time, it was my nightmare all over again. I missed at least ten pitches in a row. Granted they weren’t all great pitches, but still.
Then I missed another five or so, become more and more dejected with each failed swing. I could see the looks on my teammates’ faces, that look that I hoped never to see from any of them and that spoke volumes.
I eventually managed to hit a few super easy pitches in a row before rotating positions again, but by then the damage had been done. Needless to say, I’ll be hitting the batting cages before our first game on Friday. In the meantime, do you have any tips that might help? I’m desperate! Please post your comment below.