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Softball!
Although softball practices technically started yesterday, we didn't really start doing anything until today. For much of the practice I played second base, which I love; for the rest of practice I fielded various grounders, fly balls, and little blooper singles that our coach hit in trying to loft the ball enough for us to get under it. I've never really played softball before. I played baseball in Italy, and just didn't play at all for almost two years before I moved to Washington DC.
Which brings me to another point: softball is quite a change from baseball. Baseballs fit nicely into the palm of your hand; softballs don't fit anywhere. Baseballs are heavy and hence easy to throw accurately, even off-balance; softballs are light and difficult to throw with any semblance of accuracy. Baseball bats are comfortable and weighted in all the right places; softball bats are heavy and unwieldy and tend to weigh most at the beginning of your swing, when you want to get your bat speed going. I'm complaining too much, though. I do like the sport and I think I'll be a lot better at it once I learn some of the more fundamental, well, fundamentals.
It's been a long day, but I get to stay up late because tomorrow I have to attend a seminar on teen depression. You'll recognize me as the one curled up sleeping in the back of the room. Teen depression - do they think that just because we're teenagers we're automatically depressed vandalizing promiscuous procrastinating potheads with perverted imaginations? I can't speak for the entire teen population, but I know that I'm not any of the above. I'm happy, I don't break things, I do my work, I don't drink, do drugs, or have sex, and above all, I'm me. Cliché as that may sound, it's true.
Which brings me to another point: softball is quite a change from baseball. Baseballs fit nicely into the palm of your hand; softballs don't fit anywhere. Baseballs are heavy and hence easy to throw accurately, even off-balance; softballs are light and difficult to throw with any semblance of accuracy. Baseball bats are comfortable and weighted in all the right places; softball bats are heavy and unwieldy and tend to weigh most at the beginning of your swing, when you want to get your bat speed going. I'm complaining too much, though. I do like the sport and I think I'll be a lot better at it once I learn some of the more fundamental, well, fundamentals.
It's been a long day, but I get to stay up late because tomorrow I have to attend a seminar on teen depression. You'll recognize me as the one curled up sleeping in the back of the room. Teen depression - do they think that just because we're teenagers we're automatically depressed vandalizing promiscuous procrastinating potheads with perverted imaginations? I can't speak for the entire teen population, but I know that I'm not any of the above. I'm happy, I don't break things, I do my work, I don't drink, do drugs, or have sex, and above all, I'm me. Cliché as that may sound, it's true.