The Story

I know I said I would start blogging after summer was over, but I had so much happen, getting it all into one post would be a challenge, as would be writing that post. I was kind of wait for a story, something short, sweet, and interesting, as a way to get back into the groove of blogging. This is that story.

My church has a tradition of a summer/post summer softball league. Ever since I played baseball/football/basketball in Iowa (another story entirely), any chance I get to play organized sports, I do. The games started this week, but my team had a bye. (We didn't play) Instead, we got some of the team together, and had a little practice. This went swimmingly, I think I did fine. I was more concerned about my batting than my fielding, and I hit consistently well. Out of 25 or so pitches, I fouled two, and hit the rest. My fielding was ok, if a little rusty. How do I know it was rusty?

We were taking turns getting some batting practice, and the rest of the team was shagging the flies. One got hit right to me, and it was coming down, and then I had one of those scary lucid moments. I saw the ball, coming down towards me, and then, I realized it was going to hit me right in the eye. Sure enough, it did. Odd how that worked out. I'm a good enough ball player that I don't miss an easy fly without some reason. My guess is that the wind blew it just enough that I missed. Or, I'm just rusty. Either way, it hurt. I didn't see any stars, just people, so my eyes worked. I stayed awake until I went to bed at 12, so I think my brain is mostly fine. Aside from the nasty bruise I have (black eye baby!!), the only other possible effect is my nose, which has some cuts, and hurts. Did I mention I have a cold too? Sneezing with a bruised nose is a real joy. Included is a picture of my poor eye. I'm not sure how well it will show up, it feels worse than it looks. My eyebrow hurts.
Looking forward to another year of blogging with you all!'
Chris