For men that long ago gave up their dream of playing professional baseball, the consolation prize is starting up soon – softball. I’ve been playing softball for over 12 years now. I started playing in California where we had the luxury of playing all year round, and I went overboard. Tuesday and Wednesdays were set aside for softball in the winter and fall, and Tuesdays and Fridays were for softball in the summer. This went on for about 5 years. I also joined leagues that played on Sundays and I fit other games in when I could.
At my height,I was regularly playing four games a week. I was even in one league where I traveled 33 miles one-way in rush hour in southern California to play. To say i was addicted would be an understatement. It was a bit of a rude awakening when I moved to the east coast and softball wasn’t as prevalent.
Because it gets cold in the fall and the winter, we can only play once a year, but I’ve learned to live with it and I still look forward to it every summer. I’ve been able to curb my appetite, somewhat, but I still try to get in multiple leagues. in 2010, I was able to get into three leagues, but it was a struggle, so I’ve cut it back to one league. I’m not getting any younger.
It makes me feel like a kid again every time I step on the field, but my body quickly reminds me that I am not. It’s also more than just softball. It’s the friendship with your teammates and just the fun of being out there. For a guy who realized that he couldn’t play professionally a long time ago, softball has been great.