David laughed when I told him.  I almost laughed when I considered it.  Tonight I auditioned (I can’t bring myself to say I tried out) for a place on one of the Palm Springs Gay Softball teams.  Now, this may say more about my teammates (yes, my teammates), but I was one of the better players I think.  Not at all embarrassing.  I say I was auditioning, but really, I wanted to make sure that they weren’t too serious (or too good).  Also, to make sure that I wasn’t going to be, well, embarrassing.  The last time I played softball was sometime in the 90’s in White Plains.  I was younger then, and even then, not too embarrassing.  I think David actually came to one of our games.

When I got home, I recounted the events to David, and he laughed again when I told him now I have to go out and get all the gear.  He only looked at me askance when I said that I hit both times when I was at bat, and didn’t fumble a single ball.  Fumble, that’s the right term, right?  He  just rolled his eyes when I told him that I thought I was pretty good.  The coach looked at me pleadingly when I left and said, “you are coming back on Sunday, right?”

David is looking forward to sitting in the stands, eating a hot dog and thinking of me as his own personal Derek Jeter.  Only, I am still playing.  Or just starting to play.  Or just starting to play again.  I will post a copy of my baseball card when it is published.

Nothing much happened other than this today.  Exercise, Carla, I did some grocery shopping, went to the bank.  Typical Friday.