Why Rachels Shouldn't Play Baseball

Today Josh and I went to my friend Nate's birthday party. We played baseball. It did not end well.

My friend Margs and I were the team captains. My first choice was Josh because he is a beast at baseball. (7 years of little league will do that for you.) We batted first, and I actually got a hit. I proceeded to run to first base, and then continue running to what I though was second base...but was really just part of a catcher's uniform that was lying out in the field. The REAL second base was occupied by another player from our team, who was wondering what the heck I was doing.

Once I realized all of this, I turned around to head back to first, but Nate had the ball and tagged me out. That was the third out. So that was kind of embarrassing... :P

Then Josh put me on 1st base for some reason. He announced, "If you throw the ball to Rachel, make sure it hits the ground first." I definitely agreed. Josh pitched to whomever was at bat, grabbed the ball they hit, and threw the ball to me. It was exactly what he should have done. But he definitely didn't let the ball hit the ground first, and it went right past me. The good news was, I got the ball quickly and threw it to second, getting the person out.

All this was nothing compared to what happened next. My friend Christy was up at bat. She's not good at baseball either, so when she finally hit the ball it didn't go very far. Josh grabbed it and started chasing her with it to be fun instead of throwing it to me. Soon he realized that he wouldn't be able to catch her, so he unexpectedly stopped about ten feet away from me and through the ball to me.

It was a great throw. Or, it would have been if he had been standing farther away...or if he was throwing to someone else. But he was throwing it to me. From ten feet away. Unexpectedly.

Nailed me right in the nose.

And that, my friends, is why Rachels should not play baseball.