Starting Monday…a journey to the finish…

I did something very spontaneous…and I’m scared and nervous, yet excited at the same time.  I was searching through Craigslist on Monday, looking for an open volleyball or badminton (yeah, I said badminton.  I’ve always loved playing badminton, and have been itching to do so for a while now) nights…and stumbled upon an ad for a softball team looking for one more girl to complete the team.  The park district team I usually play for has had a full roster for the past few years, and has only needed me when they were short handed.  (Which pisses me off…I was one of the girls to start off that team…but I digress.)  So I ended up e-mailing “Casey,” the person that listed the add.  I mentioned that I’d love to play…that I played 12″ slow pitch through my park district for years…and played 2 years of fast pitch in hs.  I also mentioned…oh how did I put it?  “I’ll be honest…I’m a big girl and I’m slow as molasses on the bases. But I can throw, catch, and field.”  So, I received a response last night, saying that they would love to have me, and said I’d be their 1st base-gal.  (That’s what I wanted!)  I called “Casey” because the e-mail failed to mention what night we’d be playing on.  Turns out Casey is a guy.  I had no idea, but I automatically assumed that Casey was a girl.  It’s weird how your mind does that…just be reading the tone of an e-mail you assume something.  Anyhoo…our first game is April 29th…and I’m definitely nervous.  I haven’t thrown in a year…so I’ll be digging out the glove tonight…and bringing it to work tomorrow to do some practice throwing and grounders (with a racquetball, keep in mind) in our racquetball court here at work.  Here’s the weird thing…it’s 14″…I think he called it a ’mushball.’  In this league, the girls are allowed to wear a glove, but the guys aren’t.  I’m curious as to what a 14″ ball feels like…is is squishy like a 16″?  Let me know if anybody is familiar with this at all. 

 Anyhoo, I’m excited, and can’t wait to play again!  Maybe if the warm weather EVER arrives…oh well…I won’t count my chickens.  This is Chicago, after all.