Survived

Softball season has snuck up on me. Our first game was Sunday night...luckily I was able to walk on Monday. Our first fastpitch practice was last night. I had a little trouble getting out of bed this morning, but at least I survived.

I said I'd catch Sunday night, what could be the harm in that? Oh, if you only knew my pain. Too much up, down, up down. My legs are screaming at me. Swearing actually, like a sailor.

Now last night wasn't too bad. As a coach, you don't have to do a lot physically, but I chased a fair number of balls down. This year's team is going to be a lot of fun. We only had one near catastrophe, which is pretty good for the first night. Let's hope we survive Saturday without any bumps, bruises, or contusions.