That’s the name of my softball team. We’ve gotten together a few times to practice for our season opener on September 22nd. To put this all in context: I am fairly athletic, and I can usually compete pretty well at just about any sport. I’m probably best at basketball, but that doesn’t matter right now. I disclocated my shoulder a couple weeks ago, and have been sore ever since it got shoved back in. So, hitherto therefore, I have been in a pretty considerable amount of pain during our practices, sometimes resulting in erratic throws and a lack of “bendage over” for ground balls… so what does our team captain do?
He assigns me to catcher, oh and right field as a secondary position when needed. That’s sort of like if Barack Obama were to offer McCain a position at the White House as say… a tour guide. Now, no offense to White House tour guides- my lovely wife used to be one I think. But is that how you treat a war hero? Is that how you treat a guy that has given everything he has for his country (or perhaps his church)?
Catcher? I dare say not, Mr. Dedmon. He’s not a blogger, so he won’t read this. He doesn’t even Twitter… He’s too busy assigning himself to short stop and/or left field.
But I still love him- because Jesus tells me I have to. Plus he seems to feel pretty bad about the whole thing.