Monday, May 12, 2008

I think it's a good thing every so often to sit and ponder what it is in your life that you take for granted. Because when you begin to appreciate the little things, you can no longer accuse yourself of taking them for granted.

I like to play softball. I've been playing for around twenty years and I still enjoy it a lot. Not that I want to get all braggy on myself but, I can still play. On my Monday night team (I play on a different team on Friday nights) I am 'the old guy'. It's a co-ed team with players ranging from 19 to 48--which of course would be me. I play outfield. Wherever they want to put me is fine. I love to run and dive and catch and throw. All of it is just excellent!

Essentially, what I'm saying is: I am glad that even though I have an extremely physical job, I still have a healthy enough body to play a game that I enjoy that lets me feel like I'm still a boy every time I play it. It may just be a little thing, but it IS the little things we take for granted.

6 comments:

Ame said...

my brother is in his 40's and still playin softball ... crossover from baseball ... still pitchin ... probably still loosin his temper (which cost him a lot back then).

anyway ... he loves it, too.

nice that the 'old guys' have a place to let the little boys come out and play :)

GOOD FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!

(ahhh ... get all braggy if you want ... it IS your blog ;).

McSwain said...

I think having your health is a BIG thing. I'll bet you have a great time out there!

This post made me think of my great-grandmother, who used to call every woman in her nursing home, even the ones who were 10 years younger than her, "That old lady." Someday, I hope you're calling those younger guys "That old man."

McSwain said...

Hey, where'd the new post go?

Pete Vander Meulen said...

Keep hitting those rocks over the San Antonio Pole. Triple!!

Clink.

PS: listened to Vin Scully broadcast the Dodgers last night. Thought of the old, warm evenings listening to the transistor radio. :-)

Carmi said...

Ultimately, health is the only thing that matters. This dawned on me as I watched my father lie in his hospital bed, quite likely thinking back to the decades of life where he ignored that seemingly simple reality. I'm sure he'd go back if he could.

Every time I get on my bicycle and pedal out of the neighborhood, I say a little thanks that I'm capable of this small act. Thanks, John, for the great reminder.

Steph said...

I can still stand on my head til I pass out.