I only like large balls flying at my face

I miss volleyball. I really hope to get to play this summer. In the meantime, I am a sub for our work softball team…and by “sub” I mean the best benchwarmer ever unless you have to forfeit if I don’t go on the field.

I used to play a little softball when I was a kid, but I mostly stood in the outfield, did cartwheels and made dandelion chains. For sure I wasn’t the star player. I eventually quit (I think Mom got tired of watching me do nothing).

I played for a company team when I was a summer intern a few years ago. I didn’t have a problem playing then. I was actually pretty good with the bat – I seem to have an innate urge to hit things.

But now…the idea of going out in the field or standing at the plate, waiting for balls to come flying my way, just doesn’t seem like a good plan. Volleyballs are big and don’t hurt all that much when they hit you (unless Gaby Reese is hitting them at you). Softballs, however, are smaller, heavier and much more threatening. And I can’t catch. Or really throw. And I don’t know if I could hit…so really, I’m a big sissy.

I want to play. I love that our company has a bowling team and a softball team (and hopefully a volleyball team!). It’s nice to be a part of a group that actually likes each other. It’s still a little foreign to me. We literally have team players. Amazing. But I’m still not ready for neon yellow balls to be chucked at me. Check again later.

I’m selective about balls, what can I say?

Bad balls. Very bad balls.

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2 Responses to “I only like large balls flying at my face”

  1. Liz Says:

    Man I can’t wait to see all the crazy google searches that your blog will turn up in now! :)

  2. Karen Says:

    I could have written this exact same post!

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