nostatic at all...

Another softball game tonight, this time pitching as our regular pitcher was out of town. Not very much stress out on the field for me, as I can throw strikes in my sleep. Was a close game, and with a few more plays and a few more hits we could have pulled it out. But it was respectable. I almost killed our second baseman when she was coaching 3rd base and I ripped a linedrive right past her head. But the moment that indicated I might have turned a corner was when one of their better hitter cranked my pitch right back at me. I instincitively stabbed my glove towards it, stopped it in the pocket but it fell to the ground (brand new glove). I scrambled quickly, picked it up and threw him out easily. Most of the rest of the team was astonished, as they thought I got whacked by the ball. But no, just doing what came naturally. Finally. After a number of games, I was feeling like I belonged out on the field again. I've slowed a step, but less than I though, and I've still got it. Just had to break off the rust. And have a little faith. Yet another life lesson...