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Saturday and Sunday, I was for a few hours one of those loony Minnesotans who plays softball on the ice. Saturday was unseasonably warm, and the ice was melting rapidly, leaving pools of standing water all over the place. We lost our first game, and our opponents for the second game never showed up.
Sunday was much colder. Everyone else improved. I managed to get on base once on a "hit" that barely made it past the plate. The scrambling which followed allowed me to beat the ball to first. I was forced out at the next at bat. Other than that, it was strikeout, thrown out, strikeout, etc. Still, it was respectable to play on a team that won a game, drew a forfeit, and lasted until Sunday's games. Last year's team only played on Saturday.
As it turns out, the secret to skillful play is broomball shoes. If I knew that I was going to live in Minnesota for a long long time, I would invest in a pair. It was pretty ridiculous out there in hard ground rubber cleats.
Posted by Underblog at February 7, 2005 8:54 PM
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Wow! What fun...
Posted by: Astrofiammante at February 8, 2005 10:45 AM