I'm horrible at baseball. This past year, I started playing catch with a couple of friends at school. Luckily, no one has been hit by a stray ball yet. This afternoon, I stopped by a batting cage. It's been about five years since I've swung a bat, so I wasn't sure how I'd do. I gave myself the benefit of the doubt and started with medium pitch. I struck out nine times. I asked a worker to adjust the pitch height. Again, I struck out nine times.
I'm not a quitter. I was determined to connect the bat with some baseballs. So, I spit out my pride (that stuff isn't good for you) and went to slow pitch. Finally, I was able to hit some balls. Nine line drives, five fly balls, ten foul balls, eight grounders, and a blister later, I happily exited the batting cage, wished the middle schooler in the medium pitch cage luck, and left.
Mark my words: I will conquer medium pitch, oh yes, I will conquer medium pitch.
