Last night Paul and I met up at Sluggers to hit the batting cages.Â I don’t think I’ve swung at a pitched baseball since little league.Â I’ve played a few games of softball, but that’s about it.Â And I had never been to a batting cage before.Â Of course, since little league, I’ve actually become a fan of baseball… so I was pretty excited to don a helmet and swing at a few.
Back in little league I wasn’t really that great.Â I think I had one decent season, but as I grew older, hitting the ball became more difficult.Â I was always good at fielding.Â I never dropped a pop-up, and made decent plays in the infield.Â But in little league, if you can’t hit, none of that really matters.Â I think I blocked out a lot of facts about my years in little league.Â Toward the end, though, I remember that me coming up to bat was pretty much a guaranteed out, unless I could draw the walk.
Anyway.Â I started off with the slow pitch, 60-65.Â Once I figured out where the ball was coming from, this was pretty easy.Â See the ball, hit the ball, no problem.Â Once I had my groove going, I could pretty regularly launch them into what I’ll call home run territory.Â Of course on a regular field, that probably corresponds to the area between the mound and second base.Â After a few rounds of the slow, I stepped it up to medium, which was marked as 70-75 mph.Â What a difference.Â I couldn’t see a thing.Â I was instantly transformed into little league Steve, flailing my bat and waving my arms at anything that moved.Â I connected on one or two, entirely by accident, and tapped them into foul territory.Â I didn’t have the heart to try the fast pitch, mostly because I didn’t want to embarrass myself swinging after the pitch hit the backstop.
This was fun.Â I will hopefully do this again.Â I have a newfound respect for Henry Blanco.
You know what I want?Â I want a full scale replica of Clocky, the talking clock that hung on the wall at Pee Wee’s Playhouse.Â I want to hang it in my office at work.Â Nothing like this exists.Â If you Google “clocky” you will find pictures and links of this:
This is some crazy alarm clock that rolls around the room, forcing you to get out of bed to shut it off.Â I’m talking about the big yellow clock shaped like the USA that announced when it was time for a Penny Cartoon.Â On my wall.Â At work.Â Help me get it there.
Izzie, Becky and I have dance parties before bed every night, and they’re my favorite thing in the world.Â Izzie can dance.Â Boy oh boy she can dance.Â She’s just like her mother!Â Watching her dance fills me with joy, and seeing her so happy puts me through the roof.Â I’d try to tape one of these dance parties, but once she sees the camera it’s all about watching herself on the monitor.Â Just take my word for it – the girl has got moves that will make your head explode from cute overload.