Softball

I started softball practice today. I was a little nervous. I've never really played, and no amount of playing catch with Tim really equals a game. Luckily, 9- to 12-year-olds aren't really that great either. They sure do have a lot of attitude, though.

(I did go to one or two theatre softball games in Alabama, but I got heatsick pretty quickly from all the exertion. I hope it's not too bad in Chicago this summer, though I think I was even more out of shape that usual down south.)

It was fun. I was glad I'm good at catching already because then the girls didn't question why I was there. And I've been around Tim long enough to pick up a few things, so I was able to give them some pointers. (Um, mostly the ones I've heard him give me, like "watch the ball go into your mitt.") Most of the girls seemed to accept me pretty quickly; a few of them kept wanting to practice their throwing and catching with me, even during the water break.

I think after a few practices, I'll feel more confident with them so I can do more coaching. I'm still not sure what kind of dynamic S wants. She's the head coach, and has been doing it for seven years, so she knows all of the old girls, the rules of the game, and how to run practices. She mostly recruited me and a few other classmates because she needs bodies at the practices and games. I'm sure that will all get worked out soon.

It feels good run around in the sun and shake the grey winter off.