Going Soft

Fear not for, unlike my anonymous commentator hopes, this is not going to be a post revolving around anything particularly innuendo laden. Rather, the title seemed rather appropriate, given my latest venture at MUSC. Now that the intramural volleyball season is over and done (my team didn't get anywhere unfortunately - we lost and won an equal number of games), the Sports Center are moving towards more summer (i.e. outdoor) games, even though the temperature is still a bit peaky at the moment (after an unseasonably warm three weeks of January, it's not got rather chilly and windy). The lastest intramural league is in Softball (see the title now?), regarded over here as a downgraded version of baseball (although to most British this is a modification of Rounders anyway). The game essentially follows the rules of Baseball but uses a softer ball and underarm pitching.

As with Volleyball, a biochemistry team has been put together - but with a (thankfully) different captain in charge - one who used to play the game in college. The volleyball captain is also on the team - and displays an annoying habit of browbeating as if he's an expert in every game. Believe me, he's not. Anyway, it's been sometime since I played either softball or rounders (10-15 years) so i was glad that Sunday was a scheduled practice before our first proper game this coming Sunday. Once i got used to catching with a mitt (and catching the ball properly - rather than smack in the palm of the hand) i was fine in the field and it looks like i may end up as pitcher. My batting was also pretty good - managed to whack it a hundred or so feet With a bit of luck, we will have some more success in this league than the volelyball. And apologies for the lack of innuendo.