Brian Life, baseball, geekery, and banter.

I’m playing ball again, and we’re already three games into the season. Our team is what you might call Bush League, but it’s a lot of fun anyway, and for a team mostly comprised of guys who haven’t seen a pitch in a year or two, we’re not that bad. We did win our first game, but we’ve lost the past two by fairly large margins. It doesn’t help that one of the other teams was stacked with guys from the Home Talent League.

I’ve been doing better than I expected, both at the plate and in the field. I’ve gotten on base about two-thirds of the time, a couple singles right up the middle, and a couple stolen bases to boot. There’ve been some routine fly-balls, too, and I made a decent stop/throw in left last Wednesday. Yep, overall I’m pretty happy just to be playing. I told Nate that I’d have to blow out both of my knees, tear my rotator cuff, and fail trying to throw left-handed before I’ll voluntarily stop again.

To quote Earl Weaver:

You can’t sit on a lead and run a few plays into the line and just kill the clock. You’ve got to throw the ball over the goddamn plate and give the other man his chance. That’s why baseball is the greatest game of them all.