Well, despite what my trainer says, I'd like to point out that I'm not the slightest bit athletic. I love going to the gym and all that crap, but I'm not even sure if I can actually run outside. I don't even know why anyone would want to, there's no air-conditioner. Anyway, the point of this is - I don't know why I agreed to play in the "celebrity" softball game for The Buzz this weekend.
I knew I was in trouble when I got an email that said, "Bring your gloves." YOUR gloves? I wasn't even aware that people owned gloves. And I figured, hey, we'll probably just play in a park somewhere or something. Heck no, it was at Dickey Stephens Park before a Travs game! Torture. Pure torture. I think I could've made it through kickball or dodgeball, maybe even soccer. But my softball skills are seriously lacking.
So I showed up with the wrong handed glove, I'm left handed and I'd bought a glove for my...left hand. Of course it was a pink Disney Princess glove for a 3-5 year old, so it was also a little hard to catch things with. I was sitting in the dugout talking about how I hoped I would get injured so I didn't have to play. The only thing remotely cool about softball is the Girls Next Door socks, which of course I wore (in pink and purple).
I'm standing on the field before the game even starts, and I hear, "Heads up!" And then a loud THUNK sound. Hmm, what was that, I think to myself. And then I realize my head feels like it's splitting in half. So I do the logical thing and fall over.
Yes. I got hit in the head with a giant softball. And yes. It hurt.
Interestingly enough, they benched me for the game and brought me about 17 million bags of ice for my head. Which I was grateful for until they started dripping on me. Our team won, though. I said it was probably because I wasn't on it.
You know what's weird? I've been reading the Secret, and if I'd known I was going to get an instantaneous wish granting, I would've wished for a winning lottery ticket or a unicorn or something, not a softball to the side of my head. Yow.
