Bloody Knees

You'll have to excuse my last few entries for their grotesqueness - snakes, dresses, and now blood.

Last night was our first city league softball game. It was also my first softball game in three years. I bought a new glove, cleats and an Underarmor baseball jersey.

I've never been accused of being a good softball player. I grew up on the hardwood shooting three pointers. But, I love sports, and as I mentioned in a previous post, I'm marrying into a softball-loving family. While I was well aware that my fielding skills could use some work, I didn't think that base running would be a problem for me.

I was on first base last night with Byron hitting behind me. He hit an in-the-park home run, so, I took off running for home as fast as I could. I rounded second base, then third. I could hear Brett yelling for me to run on home. About three strides into the run for home plate, my legs forgot to keep running. The rest of my body was still in full motion, but I my legs just flat out quit.


I slid, eating some dirt - nothing out of the ordinary for a softball game. However, I wasn't even close to home plate. I have no idea why I fell. I just did. I got up and crossed home plate. At this point, Byron was right behind me.

I now had two bloody knees and a lot of dirt in my underwear.

The next inning, I was playing catcher. The ball hit home plate, bounced up, then hit me in the shin.

To make matters worse, we lost by one run. Mind you, we were one player short, but we should have won.

Thank goodness for Byron and Brett's first aid - a bottle of rubbing alcohol, some gauze pads and athletic tape.