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On Tuesday night, I got the call. I grabbed my glove and
cycled through the rain to the diamond. By game time, the rain had stopped and
the dark clouds had moved on, leaving a clear, blue sky.
It just so happened that I had been brought in especially
to pitch to the Angels, the (overwhelmingly) best team in the league. And pitch
I did. Despite not having tossed a ball in over a year, I pitched the entire
game. I gave up three walks (which is probably the truest measure of pitching
performance in underhand softball), which, considering how out of practice I
was, I don’t think it was too bad.
I went a disappointing 0-2 at the plate with a pop to
first and a fly to center, but that is probably even more to be expected when
out of practice.
It was a lot of fun to be out on the diamond again, but
it further convinced me that I probably made the right decision not to
officially play this year.
Career Hits: 102
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