My Foster Father is part of a "beer ball league" with the motto "My drinking team has a baseball problem"
It's actually softball, and they have a really good time.
I used to play softball about four or five years ago and really enjoyed it,
but eventually hit the point where people were afraid to catch the balls I threw and I stopped playing at my best.
When I was invited to come play, I took the opportunity because I've been wanting to get back into playing for a while now.
I was extremely worried that I wouldn't do well, I had visions of myself trying to throw straight and hitting the person beside me, of trying to swing the bat and falling on my face.
As excited as I was for this, I was extremely worried and didn't want to make a fool of myself.
When we got to the diamond, we discovered that the other team needed more players and offered to switch teams for the game. I informed the team that I haven't played in a while and would prefer to play a field position (I ended up being "rover" who essentially roves around the outfield and makes up for lost space) as well as be at the bottom of the batting list.
It turns out that all of my precautions and warnings were for nothing.
I was hitting like a pro, hitting a double in the third or fourth inning, throwing like a champ (although I didn't have much to catch or throw as the ball always went over my head and towards the outfielders) and everybody was thrilled with me.
I don't think I've ever felt so alive, I'd really forgotten how much I enjoyed being on the diamond and playing this sport.
I think I have rediscovered a passion.
"We read that a form of baseball was a favorite sport among the Greeks. We do remember something about a Homer. "