I recently visited the softball field where I’ve played senior softball for the last 33 years. I sat in the stands and watched my over-80 team warm up.
When they saw me they asked me to play with them. I had not played in months, and knew I was not in shape. I told them that I would catch for them.
I had been a pitcher for all those 33 years, but I didn’t not want to make a fool of myself. With me not warming up with my team, I could not throw the ball all the way back to the pitcher at the start of the game.
I was very embarrassed in front of all those people.
When I came up to bat I got a base hit, and felt a lot better about myself. Most of our over-80 players do not run well, and I had a hard time getting to first base.
I’m realizing what it means to grow old together. I have played with most of my teammates since we started the senior teams as 50-year-old players. As I approach 85, I’m constantly complaining about my aching joints.
I have to sleep with a body pillow at night because my back is a mess.
Most of my players are having those same aching aging pains that I am having. I’m having to be a little more sympathetic than I like to be, and realize that we are getting old together.
We also have a 50, 60 and 70 senior team. We were playing the over-50 team, and they kicked our butts.
I plan on going out to play with my team at least once a week so I can get in better shape. I’m throwing the ball, and can run a lot better.
Contributing writer Everett Vanover lives in Fairfield, Calif.