Wish Me Luck

Last week, I had the opportunity to practice with a local church softball team. As the manager introduced me, I realized that I am old! He asked what number I wanted on the back of my shirt and after looking around, the only number I could think of was my age! These "girls" were all young enough to be my daughter and had played some serious competitive softball from high school through college. Wish me luck...

Last week, our co-ed team practiced. Guys filled with testoserone and girls who just want to have some fun. Heck, last year a guy on the opposite team was a bit dramatic with his slide into home plate and broke his leg. They slide, jump and give it all they have to make a play. It's a fine way to spend a Friday night. Wish me luck...

This week, began with a practice for the 55+ men's team. I'm not sure some of the fellas are sold on the idea of a woman playing on THEIR team, but I was recruited. For the most part, I felt welcome, having played pick-up ball with the fellas last fall for fun. Now, it is different, since I was recruited. Wish me luck...

For years my search for over 50 softball was unsuccessful, go figure. :-) Thank goodness my husband likes softball...he's a world class spectator. Wish me luck...

Next Saturday, it's the 50+ ladies team. I love this, since I finally have the opportunity to play 3rd base!!!! Woohoo...I get to take a spot on the field and not be Ms. Utility! I can't wait. Speaking of weight...OMG I hope this will help me with some weight loss. Wish me luck...