New Found Respect for MLB Players w/ Injuries
Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:17 am
This year, I joined a baseball league - regular hardball. I will turn 35 in May. Most of the people are kids in the early 20's.
Anyway, we had our second game today and after slapping a smash single to right (translation - seeing eye two hopper) I led off first. Our next batter hit a grounder to shortstop. It had been about 17 years, since I slid, but I slid into 2B to break up the double play. As I trotted off the field, I noticed something else I had had in 17 years - a strawberry on my right knee.
My next at bat, I blooped one into RF and had another single. Now, I have to tell you, I turned and consider trying for two, but held up. I was out of breath! After a couple pitches, the 3B coach gave me the steal sign. Well, being close to 35 and out of breath, I tried to cheat a couple extra steps and got picked off (rundown).
On the way home, I couldn't help but think, "Wow, picked off! What could be worse than getting picked off???"
When I got home, I jumped in the shower and had my answer to what could be worse - as the water hit my scraped knee, I swear to God, I almost wanted to cry!
Thank God we only play on Sundays, because if we had a game tomorrow, I might have to pull a JD Drew and sit out due to injury!
Anyway, we had our second game today and after slapping a smash single to right (translation - seeing eye two hopper) I led off first. Our next batter hit a grounder to shortstop. It had been about 17 years, since I slid, but I slid into 2B to break up the double play. As I trotted off the field, I noticed something else I had had in 17 years - a strawberry on my right knee.
My next at bat, I blooped one into RF and had another single. Now, I have to tell you, I turned and consider trying for two, but held up. I was out of breath! After a couple pitches, the 3B coach gave me the steal sign. Well, being close to 35 and out of breath, I tried to cheat a couple extra steps and got picked off (rundown).
On the way home, I couldn't help but think, "Wow, picked off! What could be worse than getting picked off???"
When I got home, I jumped in the shower and had my answer to what could be worse - as the water hit my scraped knee, I swear to God, I almost wanted to cry!
Thank God we only play on Sundays, because if we had a game tomorrow, I might have to pull a JD Drew and sit out due to injury!