It has been six years (maybe more) since I pulled on a UNSW softball uniform. And I miss it. I haven’t found a team to play with here, and I have been itching to play again. So I signed up to play with work in a weekend tournament. It was fun event, and I met, but without the commitment required for a league team.
The tournament was in Folsom, a suburb of Sacramento, and (in)famous for its eponymous prison. And the weather was brutal. We played three games in temps that hovered around 108, which in Celsius is bloody hot. I have become so accustomed to San Francisco’s cool and breezy 64 F/18 C that a whole day in the heat and sun of 108 was a bit much for me. I conked out in air-conditioned comfort as soon as we checked into the hotel. It’s been a while since I’ve encountered a Sydney summer — I’m out of shape!
Despite the conditions, I played okay. A little rusty, but that was to be expected. I had a solid hit in the second game, and it felt good off the bat. My fielding was reasonable and I didn’t make any errors in the field. The American played alongside me and played really well. He was a force to be reckoned with in the outfield, and even took a brilliant diving catch at centre. He also did well with the bat, and I had no idea that he batted left-handed. I love learning new things about him.
Being that we were all seeking shade and water, taking photos was completely forgotten. A shame, in retrospect, but maybe it was not such a bad thing. Sometimes you appreciate the memories of the event more when there’s no evidence.
What did you do over the weekend?