Oh man, I am hurting. Putting my shoes on was a challenge. I think every major muscle group is sore to some extent. I'm doing a lot of moaning and groaning this morning.
But it feels good! Sure, pitching 6 innings after taking a year and a half off probably was over doing it, but it felt too good. This pain is a good pain because I know what it came from. I have missed you baseball field. I've missed you pitcher's mound. Pitching really feeds my ego. In baseball there is no game clock or timer. In baseball the standard units of time are the pitch, the strike, the out. In baseball the pitchers are gods, they determine the pace of the game. However, with power comes responsibility, and at the end of the game it's the pitcher who gets credited with the win or the loss.
Some other feel good moments from Saturday: I got to play first base. A lot of people are surprised by my skills over on that corner, they forget that I didn't pitch at all until high school. I love playing defense, I love making the play. When I was young I'd spend hours throwing a racquetball against our brick wall as hard as I could and trying to field it. Defense has always been my strength on the diamond. All of the rest of my baseball experience is over at first. Another thing, I hit. I actually hit. I haven't faced live pitching in five years but I still got a hit! Two of them! Two line drives up the middle! and I drove in some runs! 2-for-4 with 2 RBIs is a good day no matter which position you play.
I really needed this. Baseball has been a staple in my life since Tee Ball at five years old. It's part of me. Plus I've been getting pretty down recently, but baseball always reminds me, there are things you can control, and there are things you can't. There are nine guys on the field, nine guys in the lineup, and you can only control one of them, everything else... you just have to shake off.