Perhaps.
No, not perhaps.
Definitely.
Despite a far more impressive practice run in the alley, the Little League-r who was set to go out there with me stressed me out. In the dugout I asked him why he didn't call me to tell me to wear my baseball pants (a sight I am sure all wanted to see). And I warned him not to try to show me up. And he looked at me like I was the strangest lady he had ever seen.
I am pretty sure he was threatened a bit by the potential athletic prowess I might deliver. And so, he showed me up. Big time.
But that's okay. We had a great time.
So thanks to Metro Dentalcare for the tickets and the opportunity, thanks to the fans for not boo-ing me, and thanks to the Saints pitcher for the kind look of sympathy.
And to all the women out there, my apologies, I think I may have further perpetuated the "throwing like a girl" thing.
