You should feel bad, Mr. Rose. Of course, since you were playing in a bar league, your victim probably got an early start on the liquid anesthetics.
When I was in my mid-30s, I played in a league made up of accountants, tough accountants I might add, since we are talking about Chicago softball, where men are men and the women, at least those from the South Side of the city, are almost as tough. Like you, I was hell bent on scoring from second on a single. I slid into the plate and took out the catcher, a guy that I had never seen before or would ever see again. There was no way I was not going to score. The catcher dislocated his finger (luckily not on the hand that he used for his calculator) and I spent about fifteen minutes apologizing. As it turned out, I also bruised two of my ribs and I had to take myself out of the game because I could not swing a bat, to say nothing of being unable to breath without pain. |
