I am injured. Both of my legs feel like they've been run over by a steamroller, and all I can chalk it up to is old age. Oh, I know what you're thinking, "Bill, 30 is not exactly old..." No. No, it isn't, but my legs are telling me otherwise.
Softball did it to me. We have played two doubleheaders so far this season, and three games this week, and my legs are throbbing. Knees, ankles, thighs--all victim of the dreaded "haven't played in five years" syndrome.
My injured athletic apparatus has really affected my play, as I've had trouble planting to make throws, or driving through the ball properly when I hit. Of course, I've been overcompensating with my arm in the field, which has severly affected my throwing accuracy. I'm quite embarrassed. From age 8 to age 20, I played baseball, softball, hockey, or football continuously, but baseball was my first love. I took pride in my abilities, but the last few years have really pushed me off course, and I don't know why, but I find myself wanting to spend hundreds of dollars in the batting cage and hours taking ground balls just to get back in the flow.
Through six games, I'd say I'm 8-for-20. I've hit the ball right at people a lot. I should be 18-for-20, a pace I hit at during our 1994 UTC intramural season. Hopefully I can pick it up a bit. We have ANOTHER double header Tuesday.
I love to play well. But I can't right now. Well, I have made two over-the-shoulder diving catches at shortstop...I guess that's a start...
Posted by colrus at May 30, 2004 02:34 AM | TrackBack