My longtime dream of being on a company softball team has come true. It's a no-drinking-during-the-game league, I guess some people want to get competitive but there is no money in it so it shouldn't get too crazy.
Team name: Power Cycle
Position: 1st base, batting 4th.
Glove: Fred Lynn baseball glove, dark brown.
Shoes: New Balance
Wednesday and Sunday practices. Last Sunday I munched my shoulder diving for a ball. I heard a krunch and played the practice through but by the end was catching and throwing lefty with a noodle flapping on my right side. It seems good to go for tomorrow but definitely one of those times you are given a real example that your body isn't indestructible. When I was a kid I could never imagine falling from a height that would be sufficient to hurt. I just imagined hitting the ground on my side in fetal position and being fine. I had a "joke" where I would run into the room with an invisible machine gun..Shoot up the room and then jump up in the air as high as I could and land flat on my back while making an explosion noise. It went over well.. I think I told that one last when I was 9 and retired it.
I have been in sports training for the better part of the past 12 years and it's all coming to fruition...through softball....
Just like how navy seals all become professional bowlers when they get out of the military.
Am barely considering doing some Sanda or fighting competitions. I can live without it but I am curious how I would do against some real competition. That would mean 3 months working out 5 days a week and finding a good sparring partner (currently the guy I train with is 185 while I'm at 195 ) I like the idea but with work and life it's unlikely I can commit to that. It's on Xanga so now I have to do it right? Maybe. This all might be the byproduct of too much idle time with Brenda out of town. If the notion lasts beyond July it might be real.
Here's a picture that needs to get out there.
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