softball

I'm about one step from going political on this thing. I have some serious issues with the whole illegal immigration situation. But, I know if I start writing about that I will get all worked up, and I'm supposed to be on a break from that.
So, instead, my mind turns to softball. Nothing about softball outrages me or puts me in a foul mood. In fact, nothing makes me happier.
I found myself at a girls little league game last night. I was cheering for children that are not even my own. It is all because I truly love the sport. I can watch anyone play it and for that two hours all is well. The crack of the bat, watching a catcher hussle her ass off to keep the ball in front of her, or seeing a double play, now that's what I'm talking about. Pure joy.
I myself play softball, and while I am on the field, nothing else matters. I am just plain ole happy the whole time. I love my new bat, I love my old glove, I love my teammates. When I take the turn off of I-5 and I can see the softball field from my car, I get that great feeling inside.
I think softball is the one thing in my life that allows me to be totally present in the moment. No worries.
So, I am anxiously awaiting my first game, and look forward to knowing that for the next 6 months, for a couple hours a week, I will be totally and completely at peace.
jb