At the beginning of the semester, I heard about a slow-pitch softball team of current and former State Press reporters and editors and how they needed a pitcher.
Naturally, I jumped at the chance. As a kid, I always wanted to pitch, but my physique (or lack thereof) was always an impediment. Softball, though, requires very little physical skill. If you ask me, it's all a mental game.
Four weeks (and four losses) later, I'm starting to wonder if joining the team was such a good idea. In the first game I played, I did my best Rick Ankiel impression. This past Sunday, we played a team of geriatrics - I swear, half of them must have had pacemakers - and still lost 13-4.
We've got two games left, and I'd rather we not be remembered as the '62 Mets of the slow-pitch softball world. Oh well. At least we made those old geezers' day by giving them their first win.