Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Monday, Aug. 02, 2004 - 12:35 a.m.
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Sports Highlights of WenchdaGeek's Ball Career
yo! yo! a quickie entry on a eeeek! Laptop! here in prairie-land, while I wait for my hostess to get back from bringing fruits to friends of hers she has just picked up from the airport, and who have been out of the country (thus returning to a fruitless empty home) for a year.
Having a great time... incredibly today I played SOFTBALL (eeeek again)! I am a nonsoftballplaying hopelessly unsporty geek... but one of my cousins'mr.positivity hubby gave us all a lecture in the kitchen where we were hiding from round sports-related objects, that we should of course take this non-competitive, familial opportunity to replace our horrid sports memories from childhood/teenagerhood with GOOOOD warm fuzzy family reunion sports memories.
So what the hell eh! With promises of being numbered off (I was on team 2) by capability (I was equivalent to a five year old on team 1) vs going through the torture of not being picked, we flocked to the ballfield en masse.
New rules were for example: home runs were automatic outs (hehe, gets rid of the star-seekers sports nuts problem), anyone who could hit well enough to bat into the grassy area beyond the diamond had to bat one-handed, and they threw the ball until you actually hit it (ie no strike-outs,no walks, unlimited foul balls!!). AND they waited til you were ALMOST at a plate before they threw the ball to that plate, so you could at least pretend you had a chance to slide in....
So, it was a very funny goofy game. I hit the ball multiple times (I struck it to run three times, but then we can add on all the times I bonked it and it went over my head behind me!!)... and out of that, actually managed to run all the bases twice!!
I didn't have to catch the ball a single time playing outfield since the first base boy was such a keener and would run after anything within 100 feet of him. And I got to lead the wave to cheer on the kids under 7.
It was the sports career highlight of my life!!
Yay for me and all-ages family reunion softball!!! Photos hopefully to arrive sometime.
More family reunion highlights another day, my friend is back, and her smoke break is over.
Sorry, no time to read diaries! I will catch up another time.
Hugs all,
me,
new sporty wench!!
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