Monday, August 14, 2006

so...if you are able to follow this....do I have a story to tell.....

...if you recall I'm a "softball" player...on a real team and everything......That's right my fat ass got on a ball team (ok you pay and 1/2 of the ppl on it is my family so they let me)

I have an "official" shirt and everything!! - but no cleats - Wes laughed at me when I mentionned that I thought I needed cleats....HAHAHa! so funny!

"What do YOU need cleats for?" says Wes....

"well...umm...(head hung in shame)...cause everyone else on the ball field has 'em"...

"hahaha - I don't think you need them...if you want them go ahead..."

well at that point I'm so humiliated (I humilate easily) - I say "No forget it...Cleats are for Wusses" - thinking in my head...damn now I'm not going to be quite as cool as I could have been.....

So I've played a few times...my schedule at work sucks and I work until 8pm every other week... so I only get to play every other week and IF it doesn't rain....

Anyhow - I'm not a very good player - I'll admit that...If I get a hit and get to first base it's a huge deal...if I catch a ball ...it too is a huge deal...... but they keep me for my ENTHUSIASM!!
I LOVE BALL!! I wished my mom and dad had put me in years ago ...I can see that I would have been on the olympics team....OK I'm exagerating.....

sooooo on to my story....I go play ball Thurs night - I have a good night...I only struck out once (no I'm not the pitcher - I mean when I swung the bat and didn't hit the ball three times in a row) - that only happened once.....the other times the third base man caught the balls (yes I had a talk with him....I think he was scared of me!).

OK so I'm pumped...there is a tournament in Keswick on Saturday - do I want to play...OK so they are asking me if I want to play...well sure....it's members from all of our league playing on one team (we have a league with 6 diff teams) but come to find out it's all our family any how - with the exception of 2 guys...

OK so Saturday was my best day at ball and my worst day at ball.

First game I catch CATCH a ball that is going really fast and really high to right field...HOLY CRAP! I was excited...I was jumping up and down - my team was yelling at me.....OH yeah yealling to throw the ball cause it was still in play...I didn't care I CAUGHT the ball!! it has been my "ball life mission" Catch the damned ball and I did it...I DID IT!! HAPPY DANCE~!! Woo whoooooo!!! Bring on the ball!! wahhhoooo!!!

Ok so game gets over - I think we lost by 10 runs or something like that....who cares?? NOT me!! I caught the ball!!

So the other team had to choose an MVP Girl and Guy for each game...the other team (NOT family members) chose who as the MVP for the game??yes that's right...Ms. Susan Arbeau....!!

(Wes was GUY MVP....his was for his Monkey roll into first base.....NOT NICE).

ok...so I'm not only a ball player on a REAL team in a REAL tournament I'm the MVP - (ok only for that game- I'm good with that)

so I think it may have been my cockiness....we play another team....Win that one...nothing spectacular from Miss Susan....just the regular...hiting the ball...etc...

Third game comes - it has rained a bit .... I go to right field (they like to put me there now cause they KNOW I can catch a ball...) there is a BIG hitter up....and he hits right...the BALL is coming to me...I just know it..

So being the big wimp that I am I yell for my young nephew (OK he's 27 or so) but man can he run and throw (I cannot run cannot throw - but I can catch). I tell him...hey that ball is coming towards us...

The pitcher winds up...pitches...the batter swings.....connects with the ball....the ball comes to right field....I start running...nephew starts running...

OH SHIT...my foot stops running ...my ankle keeps going...POP ....oh crap that hurts!...

(Picture this - the movie Misery - with Kathy bates...ankles tied to board...she hits his ankles making them go at a 90degree angle to the leg...that's what happened)

so I'm laying on the field....yelling...HOlaysdhfksd^&%&^%&*%&%$^%$^$ yup worse than a sailor....

My brother tells Wes - you should take her to the hospital....we go to Oromocto!! YAY oromocto!! we were in and out in 2 hours...with x-rays and a cast and it is confirmed...I have broken my ankle - yes there are pics from the hospital....

I have never broken anything in my life before....Crutches suck....the pain sucks....the parking lot at work should be interesting.....
the next 6 weeks should be fun! No more swimming (however - holy crap it's cold) Wes wanted to take the girls to Hopewell rocks.....I guess I'll pass...

No dishes for me (ummm the DR said....)

and....drum roll please.......

next year....I'm buying CLEATS!

2 comments:

NickyT said...

You know what I just had the biggest laugh in a long time at your expense! Every team needs a cheerleader - since you are on crutches would you like to borrow Tori's PomPom's for the next game? :)

Queen Mel said...

Susan this is terrible!

Listen, your first mistake was asking your hubby. Second mistake was NOT buying Kleats, if your gonna play ball any at all you gotta wear cleats.

I have played ball since I was 6 years old and I had cleats then, I've seen too many broken ankles (many girls) cuz they thought they couldn't run in them or they looked stupid or whatever. That darn grass is wet and very slippery.

Thank god you didn't pull your groin to boot!

Take Care!