So, the time has now come when I can officially tell my husband that he is old. He didn't have another birthday but apparently when you are 49 and 1 day old you qualify to play in the SENIOR division for softball. They have a 50 plus league. Well, last weekend we went to St. George, Utah for his first Senior tournament. I think it was really good for his ego. (OK- his ego really didn't need a boost in ANY way when it comes to softball but still...) Since he was the youngest on the team- (I think the oldest was at least 65) he was back in the outfield where he hasn't played in years. They told him, "You may be a pitcher but you won't be touching the mound- we need someone with speed in the outfield". He ran and ran and ran some more. Everytime they needed a runner (which trust me was a LOT) he was the one to run. He knocked it out of the park 9 times! Like I said- maybe a little too much for his ego- but he had a great time. I think psychologically he has always felt OLD on the other teams because they were all so much younger and now he feels like a teenager again. Anyone that knows him knows that he ACTS like one already so now he can feel young too!
I will add that it was nice to have one of the other wives say, "I don't mean to be rude but how old ARE you?" and when I told her I was 46 she told me her daughter was 41. So I guess it did MY ego a little good too!
It was great to getaway for the weekend -even if we didn't do much more than drive, eat and sit at the ballfields.
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