Signed up for church rec-softball again after a two year hiatus. We had our first intersquad practice today with another team. I did my typical fielding at Short and 3rd. Had some good plays and power throws. Then it was time to step in the batter's box.
I've been experimenting with a new batting stance after talking to a dad who's son is really into baseball and he said all the kids are hitting the Japanese style - ala Ichiro, Shohei, etc...
So I step up to the plate... and blast one. Then another one. I then blasted a line drive... so hard... the short stop tried to catch it and it popped loose. He ended up having to walk off the field cuz his glove hand was in so much pain. It got to a point where everyone, on and off the field, stopped to watch me hit. After about a dozen balls... including ones where I purposely hit so the infielders can get some practice in... I hunkered down and said, "Last one... and I'm done."
The pitcher lofts me an underhand spin. It stays in the air longer than normal and floats near my shoulder... and I crushed one so far into dead center over everyone's head. The audience couldn't help but let out a collective "Whooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."
Then I nonchalantly walk off. Just another day in the office for me. HA!!
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