fool on the mound

game after game, alone on the mound, the pitcher risks more than any player around, but nobody seems to see him, they may think he's just a fool, nobody seems to notice he's the fool on the mound throwing balls at big bats that slam back at his head spinning him all around... yeah, so anyway, in spite of barely moving all day, hobbling to the bathroom and looking around for crutches (a mop sufficed a bit), i laid on the heat and felt slightly better and then got into the shower for the hottest heat (not really, i'm not what i used to be) and then, fool that i am, i dressed for softball and shuffled out the door... i did take two aspirins an hour and a half before the game and two more forty minutes before the game though... driving was interesting... and we took the field after i decided i could almost swing the bat so i wouldn't be an automatic out... they needed me even if i was because only nine of us showed up... sad, because it was the win or go home game...

i pitched well, considering i couldn't bend over or use much of my body much... about a dozen errors game them 13 runs in five innings... i hit ok, going 3 for 3 and batting in two runs... unfortunately we scored a total of three runs so the game ended in five and we miss the playoffs this year... so we play in two weeks when the next season starts instead of next week... hey, it's the pride, right?... or more real, it's the jones... the addiction... i mean, here i am barely able to walk and i am forcing the body to loosen up enough (with drugs) to throw the ball, swing the bat, hit the ball, and run to first... i may not be able to move without excrutiating pain when the aspirin wears off... sleep tonight, i hope...

so much for the fool on the mound...