Last night I filled in on my roommates' coed softball team. I was really nervous and very reluctant to play. I'm pretty confident in my skills at most sports. But softball isn't one of them.
I mean, I can throw and catch fine. But I have a deep seeded fear of being nailed in the face by a line drive, or accidentally walking behind a batter who is swinging a big metal bat. These are the things that go through my mind when I think about softball. And I can't get them out. I don't know, maybe it's because I was actually nailed in the face by a line drive when I was a pitching for my Little League softball team, the Marlins. It was traumatic. So you see how it would maybe not be something I like to participate in anymore.
Last night I played right field and catcher and luckily, saw very little to no action. I'm ok with that.
Batting was a total different story.
I struck out twice, walked once, but then got tagged out at second base. But I don't think that was my fault because I had zero help from the third base coach who should have shouted at me to stay at second and not try to take third.
Not my fault.
I mean seriously though, I cannot believe I struck out. That is so embarrassing and I just cannot accept that fact that I am THAT girl on the coed softball team. Even my roommate, who throws a ball like her elbow is attached to her torso, got a hit. That is unacceptable to me.
So. If you need me this weekend, I'll be at the batting cage working on my swing because so help me, the next time I'm needed to step up to the plate and perform, I will.
