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Ain't Pitching a Bitch?

Jessica helped me warm up before the game. She was empowering. If nothing else, I have the nicest catcher in the league.

I walked the first guy and being rattled crossed my mind, but I wasn't about to let that thought materialize. I took a deep breath and just like that, the world was on mute.

The girl chose to take the walk and I pitched two balls to the next guy. I felt dangerously close to a 3rd inning repeat. I wished on every star I've ever seen that the next pitch would be a strike.

I shouldn't have wished so hard.

It was a meatball. Not the kind that you get at the Americanized Italian chain, no. The big tender kind that Mama spent hours on to get it just right. The kind that you brag about just because you know the chef through a friend of a friend. Yes, this was the kind that you couldn't help but want to be a part of.

And the bat had no intentions of turning down the open invitation. He swung and the next thing I knew, I heard an unnatural sound and found myself looking behind me for the ball. There it was about 8 feet away from me. I took two steps towards it, but was surprised by the sharp pain. I swallowed my voice and went to the ground. It was then I realized the intense throbbing of my knees was in fact instigated by the ball and not spontaneous combustion. The line driven meatball I served him cracked me directly in the kneecaps. Yes, that is plural. I managed to catch the ball with BOTH knees.

I think I'm going to have to wear my broomball gear to softball.

Reflexes are something else. While it's too bad that mine are apparently 1" too slow, it still amazes me that I never even saw the ball much less consciously did anything about it, yet reportedly, I managed to get my glove within an inch of it and bend my knees to it in an effort to block it. Freaking reflexes! You are no longer allowed to reflex any body part in front of a moving object of any kind. Including cotton from a cotton tree.


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