The other day my friend Jon asked me to sub for his beer league softball team.
I can only assume he asked me to play because I met the basic requirements:
1. I’m a girl.
2. I’m mildly athletic.
3. I don’t actually drink beer, so I could drive if needed.
Softball sounded like a fun idea when Jon first asked me. Of course, I didn’t realize the game would end up being on one of the hottest days of the year.
I headed to field last night armed with Gatorade and water, nervous not only about the heat, but also about just how rusty my softball skills were. I hadn’t picked up a bat or fielded a ball since back in my intern days when I played in the D.C. media softball league.
Anyway, despite the heat, last night’s game was awesome! Good people, lots of fun, and we won!
I even managed to put the ball in play on my first try!
We celebrated the victory with nachos and margaritas. There’s nothing quite like a softball team rolling into a bar smelly, sweaty and covered in dirt. What can I say, we’re a classy bunch.