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Mike
from your loving wife… ; still going to try to get everything for free… ; and when did you find the time to write this...
Female, taken, fire, Sagittarius, Monkey, Toronto, two kids, one grandson, IT.
53
is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face. How Old is Too Old for Baseball
Well I told you I joined baseball once again after x amount of years. What I didn’t mention was what it was like after baseball. What it was like coming home *owwww*.
Yes I was a little stiff. After playing and then sitting for over an hour in the car on the way home, by the time we made it, I could hardly walk up the three flights of stairs to my house. I started thinking, “WTF am I doing playing baseball at 53?”.
However, with that said, the next morning when I got up, my snookey was saying, ‘take it easy’, but I had forgotten about baseball and I just got up like normal. And you know what? I could get up like normal. There was not a damned thing wrong with me, I wasn’t even still stiff. Ha ha, nothing wrong and I played baseball.
But, and here’s the big but, I thought it would be good to go work out that day. So my daughter and I headed off to Aquafit at the club. And I had no problem doing that, I actually thought it would be good for me.
Well it wasn’t good for me, cuz somehow, after doing the aquafit, I’d screwed up my back. So I was a little stiff getting up out of a chair and trying to walk, and then I worked from home on Monday so I wouldn’t look like the old, decrepit invalid that I am.
Now my back is better – although my thighs were a little sore throughout the week from the bending. I’m a little concerned that I’m off to play baseball again tomorrow night, but maybe I’ll just take it easy on Saturday and say ‘screw the aquafit’. Maybe I won’t push things since I’m so old that it takes a week to recuperate.
In the long run though, when I was asking myself ‘wtf is a 53-year-old doing playing baseball’, I had to remember that there’s another woman on my team who’s 78.
Baseball Once Again
Yes, I signed up for a women’s baseball league. I signed up to be on the waiting list at the beginning of the summer, and, guess what? They called me.
So tonight I go and play baseball for the first time in, what? Five years? Seven? More? I hope I’m able to move. Also a bad thing is that I now have that fucked up arm that may prevent me from throwing – I’ll find that out as I try throwing. I’ll still be able to catch, and I’ve told them I play first base or catcher, so I hope they don’t put me at first base cuz I think I’m too scared to play first base any more. I hope to be catcher or nothing.
If I go dragging all the way out there (and it’s close to my work, but then it doesn’t start til 8:30 so I have to come home first and then back out there), and if they tell me they want me to play rover or something, I’m gonna tell them I’m not interested. I’ll play catcher for them. I also don’t know, since it’s called Slo-Pitch, whether it’s that really strange throwing – like slowly up into the air to lob down and then hit. I’ve never played that kind of baseball – don’t know if I can hit a ball like that.
And this league is pricey. They told me it would be $50 and I asked if that would be prorated since I wasn’t there for 13 games. They told me that was the prorated price, full year is $140. That’s more than I’ve ever paid for baseball… seems expensive to me.
Anyway, we’ll see how it goes. I’ve gotta get ready to go and find the park, maybe warm up a bit and then start playing. Wish me luck. Let’s hope my back doesn’t go out in the middle of the game or that I don’t get smacked in the head with a bat.