I got myself a new shirt for this season. Last year my shirt was a bit small, so this year I decided I would go the next size up. If you look at it like me playing a game, some sort of role play game perhaps, my new shirt adds +1 size, +2 movement and +1 dexterity. It doesn't up my strength attribute though... my charisma is handled by my hat (I wear my Aussie hat).
Following promising practice sessions I was excited to see if my form would move over to game conditions as well. Not so much, but I did play well, I thought. Nothing to report in terms of fielding. I play right center, so the ball rarely comes to me, unless a left hander is batting. Also, given that this was the first week, some of the people who might normally hit big were struggling. No balls came to right center in 7 innings, and only one ball went to right field.
Batting was more interesting. My first at bat I was brimming with nervous energy, and only managed to hit a ground ball to the left of shortstop. Luckily, it was far enough left that I knew I could make it if I hauled ass. Ass was hauled and I made it to first just before the ball did. Base hits from the people behind me saw me work my way to second and then third bases, before the 3rd out fell while I was running from third to home. I knew I'd have other chances though.
My second at bat was the one I was happiest with. Part of what ended up being a 9 run inning for InsightExpress, I'm pretty sure a runner was on second, so I just wanted to make sure I didn't leave them hanging. I watched the first pitch go inside for a ball. Next pitch was closer to where I wanted, so I went for it. Lobbing the ball into shallow left field I ran. I hit first and figured I could keep going. Looking up I realized that the outfielder had made the ball and was throwing to second. They released the ball and I was still a few feet away from the base. Because I could have stopped on first the fielder had to tag me - catching it on the base wouldn't be enough to get me out. I timed my approach and then dropped into a slide. To my surprise I had judged it very well - my outstretched left foot got to the base just as the fielder caught the ball and swung around for the tag. I'll admit it - it was a bit of a rush when the umpire called me "safe". Claps and cheers from the team were followed by the umpire approaching me and saying "Excuse me." I thought I was in trouble; he just wanted to clean the base and my slide marks. The next batter had a hit, moving me to third, then the next batter brought me home. My knee stung a little, just a small graze, but it was worth it. I loved sliding. It was even called a "textbook slide" by a teammate. I'd do it again - in fact, I'm sure on a few occasions this year it will come up as necessary again.
Third at bat I popped a ball up to first base and was caught out.
At the end of the game InsightExpress emerged victorious by a scoreline of something like 13 - 9. Good fun and a solid start to the season. I have a feeling I can get better, and, after all, Liz had asked me not to do anything totally spectacular tonight because she couldn't make it to the game... yeah, that's why I popped that last one up, I did that instead of hitting a home run...