The shocking adventures of Chef's Coed Softball Team......

I damn near killed a pitcher last year. Sent a screamer right at his head, but he ducked. Same guy almost got tore up down the third-base line on a liner by a guy who played Division I baseball.

 

I guarantee I'm better in the infield than the outfield, so I'd be doing my team a major disservice by playing out there. I was good as a kid, but it's been so long since I've had to track down a deep shot, I doubt I could do it. Every team needs someone who wants to play first or third, and I enjoy being that guy.

 

OK, I'll give you that one.

 

Oh, I agree.
I was just explaining why I would never voluntarily play the infield. I love the outfield. Plus, when I misjudge a fly ball, I am tall enough to reach up at the last second and make a horrendous looking catch.

 

We need to have an annual sj softball game.

 

The fun of outfield is that cocky little bastard who thinks he's scoring from second on a single. I love gunning that sorry fool out at the plate.

 

A couple years ago, this big dude -- more weight than muscles, but still a good balance -- launched a liner at my head while at third base. He wasn't finished with his backswing when the ball hit my glove. Everyone on his bench and in the field couldn't believe I caught it. I don't think it was skill at all; I just didn't have a choice in the matter.

 

It could be apart of the outing in Seattle.

 

Stupid plane tickets and/or gas bills.

 

I would love to do that in Seattle, but I'm guessing there won't be time.

 

It'll be raining anyway.

 

If it's warm, that could be a lot of fun.