Softball Pitchers

I just read Jeff’s blog from Saturday, and I’m still laughing over his comment that the opening tournament on Saturday was the softball equivalent of “Who’s Line Is It Anyway?” Excellent comparison, my friend! If you’re curious, please check out his blog (the link is to the right).

I’ve also come to the following conclusion about slow-pitch softball pitchers: We are either the bravest players on the team, or the dumbest! What other explanation is there for a man to voluntarily stand 55 feet away from another guy, toss him the easiest thing in the world to hit, and give him the opportunity to smack the snot out of the ball back at you at speeds exceeding 100 miles an hour? When the ball leaves my hand at 5 m.p.h, and comes back at me with a 2000% increase in speed (don’t question the math) – something’s not quite right with that picture. So I’d appreciate your prayers on behalf of Jeff, Brian, Rod and myself this season!

But I digress. The truth is I pitch for three reasons: 1) because I’m too slow to play pretty much anywhere else, 2) because I’m actually pretty decent at it, and 3) because I trust my instinctual need for self-preservation. My reflexes are still quick enough to at least deflect the ball before it does any significant damage – or to dive out of the way!

I can’t speak for the others, but I do believe psych evaluations are in order.