Just let me die........

It seems silly to write in my blog, since my only readers are out of town. Who am I writing to? Well, I will write anyway just to keep it up.
Played in a softball tournament this weekend. For the first time in my life I was sick of softball. I played four games on Saturday in the blistering heat. Game one was fun, game two I was overheated, game three I got full on heat stroke. It hit me while I was out in the field. I got all clammy and saw spots and got very sick to my stomach. There were no extra players so I knew I couldn't quit. I started shaking at one point. I tried not to let it show, but someone did notice that I was pure white.
I managed to get through game three. Game four was starting exactly 10 minutes after game three ended. I was praying by this time. I found some ice and put it on my face and head. We were getting our asses kicked and the innings were going for 1/2 hour. This is one half hour of standing in the outfield praying I don't drop dead, and wishing I would. Of course every ball hit was coming to me, so I was running around like a crazy person trying to field them. I held my own for the most part. But I have never been so happy to hear the umpire call a game after three innings. (the score was 30-0) I cared nothing about the score or the fricking game at that point.
We were out of the touney at that point. I was very happy to be driving away from that ball park on Saturday. This was a new feeling for me. But heatstroke makes you not give a damn about anything that mattered to you at the beginning of the day.
jb