It’s often easier for me to start stories from the end and work backwards. This one ended with me driving home in my cleats because someone squirted shaving cream in my shoes. Not something that happens to me everyday. But this wasn’t every day. Jackie and I played the roles of rookie players for Dave Henderson Baseball Fantasy Camp. It was held at Cheney Stadium in Tacoma, WA, home of the Seattle Mariners AAA team, the Tacoma Rainiers.
I twice played second base and got a put out that I was pretty proud of. My turn in left field produced no action and my stint at shortstop was atrocious – cue the video of the grounder going between my legs. (Get the glove down, dammit!). I went 2-3 with two runs. But I may have credited myself for a hit when I swung hard and the ball responded as if I’d bunted. When I got to first base I asked the first baseman if anyone had even thrown the ball. Nope. Anyway, that was probably an error and not a base hit. So, I guess I went 1-3. My first swack was a soundly hit foul ball that landed in the seats by first base. Never knew a loud “clank!” could be so gratifying. The pitcher was shaking in his spikes. We were given a smaller bat to use. It had a powder blue barrel and the vibration of that hit hurt my fingers. (Afterwards, I realized I was locking my fingers around the bat as if I were holding a golf club.) Jackie fared similarly at the plate but will be on the highlight reel for her great catch in right field for the final out of the inning. All the guys came out to greet her and she went into the dugout with a special swagger. Even her chatter swaggered. I was happy for her — we all dream of that catch!
We were welcomed to the dugout with one of our teammates walking by and unbuttoning his pants and loosening his belt. I figured that he was just adjusting “things” or tucking in his jersey. No. He was heading to the urinal that was about three feet from where I was sitting. Hi girls!
In between the urination and the shaving cream incident it was a great day. I can’t believe I was pissed that Jackie didn’t get me out of it. We learned real stuff. We handled fast pitches and jumped back when one got too close for comfort. I may have never played baseball before but that doesn’t mean I’m not a competitive-minded athlete. I feel a need to redeem my infield blunders. Who wants to play ball? I do.
celebrating the catch; d waits to hear the clang! in the seats… (see the ball?)