Snow on the Diamond
It was cold today. I had a softball game at 9am and 11am. I put on my Under Armor cold gear when I got dressed. It made me a little sad. I haven’t worn it since April 3rd. That was my last day of riding for this season. For some reason, I couldn’t get that out my head for rest of the morning.
As I packed up my glove, bats, batting gloves, uniform, cleats, etc. I kept thinking about loading my gear to hit the mountains. I rode my bike the two miles or so to the field, and the crisp morning air was biting. All I could feel was a cold mountain gust while getting off a lift. I got to the field and put all my stuff on, stretched out for a while, and got warmed up. There were a bunch of different colored bats lined up on the backstop. I just saw boards on the wall outside a lodge. I was trying to figure out which bats looked the most like which boards when someone told me it was time to take the field. Clearly, my head was not in the game. I play outfield, and it gets boring sometimes. I was watching the batting line-up of the other team, and I swear I could almost see them calling their drop.
In the second to last inning, we were down by like 7 runs or something. I was up. Hit the ball to left field, and was trying to make it to second base. I knew it was going to be close, so I slid. I hit a rock, and a sharp pain went shooting into my knee. My first though was not “Am I safe!?” but, “toe edge just washed on ice and now my knees are hitting it.” Worse, I was out. Bottom of the last inning. Now we are down by 3 runs. 2 outs. Man on 1st, 2nd, and 3rd. I am at bat. Two balls. Third pitch, I swing. It goes deep over the head of the of the center fielder. Game over. I think, “Ok, a game winning grand slams feels good, but it’s nothing like carving.”
When I got home I was cold, tired, sore, and hungry, almost like every snowboard trip. I went into my bedroom and put my bats and gear away, thinking, “summer will be here soon.” And then I saw them. Standing the corner. Alone. My Never Summer System and Rome Graft. I could almost hear them weeping.
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