Fibermania

The Rookie


Dave and I have been playing catch all this week. He bought me a Mizuno first baseman's mitt at a garage sale, and he has a really well broken-in Wilson. He is a great pitcher, and played ball all his life, making the all star ranks innumerable times. He played in the World Series of over 40 guys twice in Arizona. I saw him hit a grand slam once and be the hero of the game.

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So when he asked me to catch a few with him, I knew I would be learning from the master.

I did pretty well for an old babe, and caused him to laugh deeper and harder than he had in a long time. We both laughed, really. I listened to his advice and promptly did the opposite. I tried to not look scared when the ball came right at me. Most of the time I caught it. I am such a girl.

But today I was trying to decide to hold my mitt up or sideways and was beaned.

Drama Queen

I went down like a ton of bricks. It stung. I laid there on the grass hoping it would pass quickly as it had yesterday when I was beaned the first time. I have a big target. Dave felt terrible, but really it was nothing, I thought, until I removed my hand and saw all the blood. eeeoouuuwww.

Don't look if you're squeemish. I did not do this in Photoshop.

We applied an ice pack and some Merlot and I felt a lot better.

Dave says I am a real ball player now.

This is high praise.