Ow...

So, the intramural softball season has started. The astronomy department always fields a team -- the Big Bangers. Our cheer goes like this: "Who bangs big? Big Bangers!". Because we're all secretly twelve. (The name predates most of the people on the team). Traditionally, it's mostly run by grad students and undergrad summer interns. We also have one faculty member and this year we have Adam, who is Research Staff and the husband of a faculty member. (We have a bit of a rivalry with the ultimate football team, since we both play on the same evenings, so have to compete for players.) He's also never played softball before -- thankfully, cricket skills apparently transfer, and he got used to the glove quickly. There's also enough summer interns who haven't played sports since middle school to make me feel better about my skills.

My batting record is currently 0.333, if I understand the figuring correctly. One pop out, one time being thrown out at first, and a single that turned into a double thanks to losing the ball*, then getting tagged out at third two batters later.

* League rules. If the ball is overthrown and leaves the bounds, especially if there's a fence or long grass involved, all the runners can advance two bases from where they started. So, if I was at-bat, I can go to second. One base that I probably would have made anyway, plus another to reflect that retrieving the ball is a pain.

But, as a result of today's game and yesterday's practice, I am sore. I also spent most of yesterday evening asleep, no thanks to the thunderstorm that knocked out my power. Sleeping with painkilelrs tonight!

(Stress seems to be contributing to my inability to sleep. I woke up every two hours last night, and I went to bed at 9, with no caffeine and having moved my meds to morning dosage. One week until I can sleep easy.)

Ow...

So, the intramural softball season has started. The astronomy department always fields a team -- the Big Bangers. Our cheer goes like this: "Who bangs big? Big Bangers!". Because we're all secretly twelve. (The name predates most of the people on the team). Traditionally, it's mostly run by grad students and undergrad summer interns. We also have one faculty member and this year we have Adam, who is Research Staff and the husband of a faculty member. (We have a bit of a rivalry with the ultimate football team, since we both play on the same evenings, so have to compete for players.) He's also never played softball before -- thankfully, cricket skills apparently transfer, and he got used to the glove quickly. There's also enough summer interns who haven't played sports since middle school to make me feel better about my skills.

My batting record is currently 0.333, if I understand the figuring correctly. One pop out, one time being thrown out at first, and a single that turned into a double thanks to losing the ball*, then getting tagged out at third two batters later.

* League rules. If the ball is overthrown and leaves the bounds, especially if there's a fence or long grass involved, all the runners can advance two bases from where they started. So, if I was at-bat, I can go to second. One base that I probably would have made anyway, plus another to reflect that retrieving the ball is a pain.

But, as a result of today's game and yesterday's practice, I am sore. I also spent most of yesterday evening asleep, no thanks to the thunderstorm that knocked out my power. Sleeping with painkilelrs tonight!

(Stress seems to be contributing to my inability to sleep. I woke up every two hours last night, and I went to bed at 9, with no caffeine and having moved my meds to morning dosage. One week until I can sleep easy.)