Pretty much the entire world knows I took a bad bounce to the face three Sunday's ago. It hurt just as bad as it looks and rendered me housebound for a solid week- not from pain, mind you, from shear embarrassment. Trouble is, ever since the accident, I've played like crap and I'm getting pretty down about it.
I'm faaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrr from a perfect softball player, but I don't suck (contrary to what the black eye communicates). I've prided myself on being consistent and aware of how to make plays-- ie: force outs and being cut off, etc. Yeah, all of those things have been a struggle in the last couple of games.
But what makes it worse is that when you make an error it is SO public. Everyone sees it: my team, the other team, the fans, the umpire, the parking lot, and the entire world via Sports Center. This part is what kills me; then my suckiness stresses me out, and I can't return to normal.
All of my errors from last night, three, to be exact, plus a pulled something or other in my leg, keep running through my mind over and over again. I realize I am making a huge deal out of church softball, like I am a pro athlete, but it is frustrating and so embarrassing. What I would have done in the past is force my dad to hit balls to me until sundown to get back into the grove of things and shake the bad juju. Of course, he is 9 hours away and Jimmy's schedule starts at daybreak and doesn't return him until 10:30 p.m. "Go to a team practice," you say? Yeah, that's pretty much impossible with two little kids, in particular one who has boundless energy, attitude to match, and a deafening voice when he barks orders.
However, my slump is so bad that I am going to try to go to practice today, despite the known obstacles. I figure with a never-ending supply of fruit snacks, anything is possible.
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