Of course there were those times where you had a bad game, or we got pounded, but still, I was with great friends and we endured together. My favorite memories are those games where we came from behind and ended up winning. And my most humorous memories occurred when we were so far a head of the other team that our coach let us play different positions.
On one such game, we finished another inning of going through our batting order... twice. This poor team couldn't get us out any other way unless we "popped out". We knew it was time for the crazy switching of positions when we went to the field.
I played short stop and my best friend played third base. She wanted to play catcher and so we thought it would be fun if I pitched to her. The warm up before each inning? This one was epic. We had our shortest player on first base, our rather solid catcher barely making it out to right field, and I was warming up my pitching arm. I was so concentrated on trying to get it across the plate, my catcher was very concerned that I was just lobbing a perfect home run pitch. I could throw very hard... over hand. It was this underhand pitching that was messing me up. She kept yelling, "pitch harder"! I send another strike across the plate and she would just yell "pitch harder"! By the third time I was ready to just send a missile at her! I did a windmill style softball pitch and nearly threw my arm out of the socket! And the pitch was hard! Very hard! It flew right passed the batters head, over my "catcher", over the back stop, and so far into the parking lot that the ump just got another ball. This pitch went for miles!
This is a sponsored post for Pitch Harder, however, all the points and views are my own.
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