Got to play a little softball this past weekend (an hour north of NYC), although the field wasn’t in great shape when everyone arrived…
After a group groundskeeping effort…
…we all took a little batting practice. Here I am, about to unload:
The following pic must’ve been taken after a different swing (because the little kid in the yellow shirt has magically disappeared), but it’s still a pretty follow-through, and I feel the need to share it:
I got to field a few balls at shortstop. Here I am running in for a pop-up:
During the game, I went 4-for-5 with a double, a triple, and two bombs that were ruled “singles” after clearing the short fence in left field. Here’s the pitch that I intentionally hit down the right field line…toward the 11-year-old girl wearing pink who was afraid of the ball…for the triple:
What! You think that’s mean? It was just payback. Whenever she was at bat for the other team, we gave her 19 strikes, and when she finally tapped the ball into fair territory, we all allowed her to get on base and eventually score. So? If she was going to be an automatic run every time she came up, she was going to have to field a ball that I hit. (Or at least dodge it.)
Anyway, I gotta give props to the pitcher for backing up the plate as I cruised into third base. Excellent fundamentals:
I’d also like to point out my own solid fundies. Here I am playing shortstop, pointing up to help my left fielder spot a fly ball against the overcast sky:
…and that’s pretty much it.
Fun weekend. Lots of Scrabble. Not that much baseball. Good company. Good food.
Next game I attend? Probably on Tuesday at Yankee Stadium–and of course it’s only seven days ’til I’ll be at the Home Run Derby. I’ll post an entry about that later this week…