America's Game

It's softball time.

I've never been much of a softballer, but as of this spring I am.

(Byron hates being in the spotlight, but he'll likely be a big part of my blog posting from now on.)

Anyway, America's game is his favorite. Close your eyes Byron. The guy tied the Texas high school state record back in his glory days at Rotan High School for the most home runs hit in a single game - four home runs. He was an all-state baseball player.

Obviously, he loves the game.

So, now - softball is his game. I can't play Tech intramurals with him until after we're married when I can piggyback on his Texas Tech ties, but I can play on our city league softball team. That may be a good thing, because the last time I played TTU intramural flag football, I led the league in penalties for knocking people down. Apparently, that's illegal in flag football.

Byron claims that long before we started dating when our teams met on the flag football field a couple years ago, I spiked the ball on him after he accidentally tackled me. I was running a quarterback sneak and we got tripped up. He says I got up and spiked the ball on him. I say I got up and helped him up and went on to the next play. I believe he and his friends who were at the game have sensationalized the story over the years. Regardless, my team won the game.


Brett (above, right) is Byron's roommate. Brett loves sports, too. He loves it so much that he made a career out of it as the TTU Intramural Coordinator. Brett's a solid guy. In fact, after we're married, we've considered building him a little apartment connected to our house.

And here's Young James. I didn't gave him that name, but it stuck in my mind when someone else did. James is a heck of a pitcher.

Perhaps I will post pictures of our city league outings after this week. I have to get contacts soon, or otherwise I won't be able to see the ball coming at me. I don't think they allow glasses on the field, so I may be in trouble this week.