Our first game was tonight. We had 9 players and we needed 10. The other team played catcher for us which was great. Usually, one of the 'girls' gets to play that position. We didn't have a pitcher, so yours truly volunteered. (it's better than catcher). I actually did OK. We held them the whole game until the end. They were last bat and we were tied. The last batter hit a pop to outfield and the left center bobbled it. So, the guy on third tagged up and ran to home plate. Yep, I caught the stickin' ball and of course the guy made it to home. Game over. What was I thinking? It would have been a great game and then I had to do that stupid play. OK, I usually play second (love it) and honestly, I don't know where all I should be when I'm pitcher. I do know, however, that I should have let that very fast and hard ball go right by me. My left ring finger is swollen and I just hope I don't have to cut this wedding ring off. I took some Advil and iced it. I bet I'll be hurting in the morning. I pitched the whole game. This is noncompetitive, so the batters stand there as long as their little hearts desire. Oh well.
I did get on base tonight! Yeah! so, I guess it all balanced out......! *
*(if you believe that, I've got some beachfront property in Oklahoma.)