I’ve enthusiastically been playing in co-ed and mens softball leagues consistently (up to 2x week , w/ the various tourney here and there) for about 6 years now. Over the years I’ve had the opportunity to take part in some pretty exciting games – both winning and losing efforts. Without blogging about these games, I can pretty much guarantee that not only will I forget the details of some of these memories, but I might forget entire games all together.

Not acceptable.

Once this body of mine coerces me to retire the softball bat for a golf club, these documented memories will keep me young, even if my body is telling me contrarily. So, this new blogging concept is more so for me than you (though I certainly hope you enjoy me sharing).

With that said, I’m starting a new section of my blog called “Softball Diaries” – ala the mid-90′s Basketball flick.

Memory #1
League: Thursday Co-ed
Team: Fighting Floridians

Top of 6th, opposition up to bat and down by 1 run. Runners on the corners with 2 outs. The wind was swirling fiercely throughout the entire game (field adjacent to a lake) and multiple fly balls have been dropped throughout the game.

I’m playing left and their heaviest hitter launches a bomb to left center field. Back back back, into the fence I go, grabbing the ball inches before hitting the ground (snow cone style). I raked my left forearm and throwing finger on the chain link fence pretty good – blood & pain ensued.

Inning over with zero runs scored. Bleeding stopped. We held in top of 7th and win by 1 run, entitling us to 3rd place in the league.

What should I remember?

Making the decision to chase the ball, into the fence, during a pivotal moment of the game.