Hey, batta, batta!

Sa-wing, Batta!

We've been looking for a home church for a loooooong time now. We've tried several in the area but keep going back to one, in particular. This past Sunday we found ourselves back there again. The kids really enjoy it and we both (my hubs and me) feel comfortable there. They made an announcement Sunday morning that they had been challenged to a softball game that would be held Monday night (actually last night). My ears perked up.

The hubs and I have been discussing joining a softball league for a while now. In fact, I had contacted a friend of mine to see if she knew of any area leagues. From what I understand, most of the adult leagues are associated with local bars. We just don't want our kids around bar flies.

So, I suggested we go out and see if they would let us play. The hubs and I had a little back and forth about it since we've only been to that church a handfull of times. I pretty much declared that we should go and if they didn't let us play, we should take our ball and leave the field. Mature, I know.

Well, apparently my argument won him over because we ended up at the ball field. We fed our guts with DQ greasy burgers and onion rings before hand. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but by the end of the 2nd inning, my stomach was staging a revolt against me and my bright ideas.

Regardless of my innerds, can I just say that I had a blast!? I played 2nd base and did a pretty good job for someone who has never played softball before. My poor hubs was stuck in left field and easily ran what equates to a marathon whilst chasing balls. He only fell once, but looked oh so good as he gracefully executed the very suave 'tuck and roll' move. I was impressed.

I got a couple hits while up to bat, but sadly, lost the race that ensued... you know, the one between my legs making it to first and the pitcher's ability to throw the ball to the base. I even tried a couple of sly distraction moves (ie flailing my arms wildly and yelling NO NO NO) in an attempt to touch base before the ball. It worked once, but then they were on to me.

All in all, it was a great time. We made some new friends - whose names now escape me. Oh, and apparently this is going to be an every Monday night thing for a while. So, you know where we'll be. *wink*