... There's no crying in baseball!

This is our week-end:


Okay, not really. We play in a slow-pitch league (also referred to as three-pitch, meaning you have your own pitcher but you only get three pitches). I used to play fast pitch (softball) until I was about 19 or 20. Only when I was too only for the Junior Ladies league, but not quite good enough for the Ladies league (which was by invitation only) did I stop fast pitch (softball) Now that I play slow-pitch league, which is co-ed, I don't take it as seriously. I also had a couple years off. I'm nowhere near as good as I was: I used to be quite good defensively but only half-decent offensively; I am now okay defensively and bad offensively (meaning I can't hit). I will be honest: I miss the higher skill and competition of fast pitch (softball) and I miss the comraderie of an all-girls team. I was on the same team for several years, so we got to know each other well.

Anyway, the reason our week-end is all about baseball. We have a baseball tournament. All week-end. I'm quite stiff right now.

Here's our schedule (all games one hour or seven innings, whichever comes first):
Saturday
8:00 a.m.
11:00 a.m.
2:00 p.m.
4:00 p.m.
Sunday
9:00 a.m.
12:30 p.m. (Quarter final play-offs)
Then we'll probably play at 3:30 p.m. in the quarterfinals, and probably play at 5:00 p.m. in the finals. But that's a lot of baseball for one week-end, especially considering I missed most of June's games (gone for the honeymoon for 3 weeks and all!), and have only been able to make 1 game so far this July. (We have 1 game / week.)

Nonetheless, I still love the movie A League of their Own, as do most women who have ever played baseball or softball!