Well, as I’m wrapping up my packing and getting ready to take off on a short vacation, I have a major decision to make. And I want you to help me make it.
I have been invited to play on a baseball team.
Not a SOFTball team, but a BASEball team….a real team with real bats, balls, and uniforms and made up of players seventy-years old or older. This team plays against similar teams from all across the country in several tournaments throughout the year. The team I have been asked to join represents the Rushmore area of South Dakota, and I’m told they are the defending national champions. I mean, if I’m going to do this, I might as well start out with the best!
It all came about because a fan of mine up in South Dakota, John Larson, heard or read somewhere that I used to play baseball. Maybe he’s just calling my bluff. Maybe I opened my mouth when I should have kept it shut, but he’s really aroused my curiosity. Can I do it? I haven’t played baseball since I was a teenager, and I’m nervous about a couple of things:
First, will I go out there and bust up my body sliding into second base trying to break up a stupid double play? If you know me very well, you know that everything I attempt to do I give it everything I’ve got. It would be just like me to twist an ankle, break an arm, or get athletes’ foot.
Second, are my eyesight and my reflexes good enough to get the rest of me out of the way of a little white sphere speeding rapidly toward my head?
John sent me a DVD from last year’s championship game played in Arizona, and I actually think I could probably match up pretty well with the talent I saw on the screen. Naturally, I’d want to pitch, but something tells me that the 60-feet 6-inch distance from the pitcher’s mound to home plate is farther than it used to be. Oh well, left-handers can always play first base.
I need to go down to the batting cage near my house and take a few swings. Then my son, Jamey, needs to get out his old glove and we need to throw a few. If I do that and I’m still able to get out of bed the next morning, then maybe I’ll give it a try.
What do you think? The next tournament is in Ft. Myers, Florida, in November. Should I give this to myself for a birthday present or run away from what might turn out to be a horrible left-over Halloween prank?
Send me your thoughts. When I get back from vacation I’ll count the ballots. To play or not to play, that is the question. Write me at email@example.com. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.
Meantime, if you know any lobsters in Maine, make sure they’re aware that none of them are safe for the next eight days.