Jason Alley and I have been geeking out about baseball over the last few weeks, what with the IronPigs having their home opener, the Mets and Yankees having their opening days at the brand new Citi Field and Yankee Stadium, and my daughter starting softball. All that time we’ve also been talking about playing catch during lunch one of these days, assuming that the mid-day temperatures ever broke 45 degrees.
Today was that day. With the high temperature hitting 63, nothing but blue skies, and a brand new glove sitting on my desk, the time had come to play a little catch.
We threw for about 30 minutes, with me dropping about 1/3 of the balls (I said I like to play catch — never said I was good at it) It was great to get away from our desks and computers for a while, though I’ve got admit my left hand’s more than a little sore; I really need to work on catching the balls with the freaking glove rather than my palm. Ouch.