We had our first softball game this evening, and it’s fair to say that I think I broke both of my big toes!  Whoever says your feet don’t get bigger over the years is a horrible, rotten liar.  I swear last spring my cleats fit just fine, but tonight, anytime I came to an abrupt stop my feet jammed themselves up against the tip of my shoe, tugging my nail away from my toe in a bloody and bruised mess.  I should be happy that I even had the opportunity to run to second base, let alone third and home!

I had a few ‘butterfly’ moments out in the field.  Especially when some show-of left hander popped one up in my direction (hey, whatever happened to looking out for your own kind, buddy?!) and I watched it land to my right and bounce behind me before I realized, I should probably chase after that rolling mass of rubber (or whatever deceiving material “softballs” are made of!)

I had so much fun, though.  I only wish I had the strength and form to whack one right out of the park and the speed to dart from base to base.