October 9, 2011 § Leave a comment
I got an email from my friend Tyler saying his new softball team was short of ladies, and he wondered if I could fill in that evening. I didn’t have anything planned, especially not something new, so I responded with an enthusiastic, “Sure!” And then I remembered that I had acted as a fill-in lady once before, for Andre’s Starbucks’ softball team. But this time we played in Brookhaven, and I peed in the woods, so have your pick of Day One Hundred Eighty-Four’s new activity.
I arrived with a full bladder and a pair of cleats. Erin’s coworker Danny (who saw HP6b with us) was in charge of the team and was busy with the line-up. He asked another lady fill in what she liked to play. “I can do second base or outfield, that’s what I usually play.” OMG. She stole my line! That was going to be my response. I was probably going to end up at catcher.
Then I remembered I did not pay to play on this team, I did not know most of these people, and like anyone we recruit as a fill-in, you play where you’re needed. Which just so happened to be at catcher.
I played my position well enough, stopping most of the balls and covering home a few times. I never realized how scary standing behind the plate can be. Not only is a ball being lobbed at you from twenty feet away an average of three times per hitter, but there’s also a bat being swung erratically, near enough to your nose to cause unconscious wincing. And the umpire is hiding right behind you, so no running away. Fortunately the pitches were pretty accurate, but I still found myself missing the large ball on its bounce over the plate. No one wants to step any closer to the batter and his giant metal club, even to stop a ball.
We won, and would have without me. I did learn an important lesson. Catching in softball isn’t nearly as easy as it may look. I have so much more respect for catchers. And for ringers.
September 27, 2011 § Leave a comment
Franky J Cassidy was one of the most positive people I have ever known. He played softball with us and no matter what mistakes anyone made, he would respond with a dimpled grin and say that we’ll get them next time.
After our games, most of the team would go around the corner to the U-Joint for a beer or two and maybe some food. Every time we went, Franky would order a Corona, but the bar only served Corona Light (weird, I know). So Franky would say, “Yeah, that’s fine,” and once the beer came we would tease him about drinking the low calorie version of such a typically light beer in the first place. It became a happy, friendly routine with Andre leading the mocking.
Unfortunately, Franky’s life was cut short in a car accident a few days before our final softball game of the season. After that game (which we lost), the team met up at our usual spot and remembered Franky, his happy attitude, encouraging disposition, and the way he was never, ever negative, about anyone or anything.
And we drank Corona Light, but only after ordering a regular Corona and being told that the U Joint only has the lower calorie version. Appropriately enough, there was only one bottle left, a bottle which we placed in the center of our pushed-together tables and each took a sip from. It sounds overly dramatic, but the symbolism was comforting for all of us.
Franky J was an amazing guy whose life ended far too soon.
We will miss you.
May 25, 2011 § 1 Comment
Before I started this blog, I made a random list of things I could do for the project. I love lists. Well, one of the brainstormed ideas was to design a logo. I know so many talented graphic artists and figured it couldn’t be that difficult. So we decided to do new shirts for our softball team and I thought creating the logo for it could be fodder for this blog. On Day Forty-Nine, I did just that.
And it was a lot harder than I thought it would be (sorry for any doubt I placed on your skills talented graphic artists). I came up with a ton of random stuff and sent it to Steven, our team’s founder and all around friend. He is a tough critic, but a very good coach/leader. I would send him three and he would say something like, “I like where number three is going, but I think we could add to it.” The perfect criticism. It’s good, but not finished. Eager to please, I sent him more and more (like ten) until we found one that we both liked. It was design focused and included our name. I felt pretty confident when I made it, but hearing him like it as well sent me over the moon. I doubt I’ll ever fancy myself a real designer, but this works. And our shirts look pretty cool.