So, I got this email the other day from a church I visited one time.  I must have filled out some guest registration thing and ended up on someone’s list.  So far they haven’t abused it so I’m not regretting giving it to them or anything like that.  In fact, I’m actually pretty glad I got an email from them stating that today a bunch of guys were getting together to play some softball, and if there was enough interest they would talk about starting a church team in the county league coming up.  I played baseball in high school, and softball when I lived in California, so Randy and I decided to give it a go.

Here’ the weird part.  I’ve never actually met any of these people.  I literally visited the church once because a friend asked me to.  I really liked the church, but with gas prices and me playing guitar at our church it hasn’t really worked out for us to visit again.  I am, however, not opposed to playing softball with guys from the church…. once we meet.

Anyway we show up at this complex thing, and there are people on three different fields so we just stood in the middle and tried to guess which one looked like a church.  I guessed the field with the least amount of people and was wrong.  Randy guessed the field with the lady and the baby and guessed right.  

Today was basically one guy hitting the ball and everyone else running around trying to catch it and not look stupid.  At first I thought I was doing okay, until the sweat started dripping into my eyes and making me blind.  Then it was my turn to hit.  Now, I haven’t played any sort of athletic anything since I have lived in Tennessee, but hitting a ball is sort of like riding a bike right?  Anyway, I think we got like twenty pitches or something, but about halfway through I could feel my hands really starting to hurt, but the guy just kept pitching the ball, so I kept swinging.

Eventually my turn was over and I walked back to put the bat away and looked at my hands.  No good. One blister had already ripped off, and the other was just forming.  Turns out you don’t get many calluses typing on computers or keeping track of musicians.  So now, next week I will be the dork with the two batting gloves looking like I’m taking things way to seriously.  Hello Softball.