There's no crying in baseball. But there IS bruising.

Played softball last night for my company team. I am technically on the team, but I never go because the games are in Plano at night and well, I'm lazy. But last night they didn't have enough girls and were going to have to forfeit, so I sucked it up and headed back out to Plano at 9pm. I made the mistake of actually being good - two base hits that I clocked into the outfield - and now they want me to come back every week. Not sure that will be happening, but I did manage to get a heinous bruise/softball-sized lump from playing catcher when the ball bounced off the plate and smacked into my ankle. So at least I can walk hobble away with pride.