Wow..this withdrawal thing is pretty weird. I’m not sure what to do with my weekends anymore since our season ended, albeit dismally, with a late inning loss to the first place team in our league. I guess it’s like being back in school in a way. Yes..I like playing but I also like the commaradery. The teamwork.
The seasons fly by like school years. It seems like it was yesterday, it was a cold January morning and we’re out there bundled up trying to pretend it’s not cold when it’s 38.
Some of the guys on this team are moving up next year to play with the 45+ guys, and I’m staying with the 35+ guys because I’m not 100% sure I’m ready to move up just yet. I still have things that I want to prove to myself. In fact…if I could find a good trainer..I’d like to try 18+ and see if I can still hang with the big fish. Speedwise…that may be a problem. Patience-wise..I got them beat.
You really need to click on the top photo of the running sliding and see it in its original size. It’s pretty cool.