Geriatric softball

Last night, we had our second annual coaches’ charity softball game. We raise money for a scholarship fund
in memory of a beloved elementary school teacher from our town that passed away a few years ago. Her
husband got on the microphone after we played the national anthem to thank everyone for remembering his
wife and broke down after only one sentence. VERY sad. He threw out the first pitch. The young girls we
coach, coach us(hysterical hearing a crowd of young girls YELL at grown men, “I TOLD YOU TO RUN THROUGH THE BASE”), and we go out there and learn the hard way that we are not teenagers anymore. I pulled my groin muscle so badly, I can hardly walk on my left leg. I hit the ball