Sometimes Stuff Happens

When I woke up today, I didn’t say, “Gee… I’d like to almost be late for softball,” but it happened.

When I woke up today, I didn’t say, “Gee… I’d like to meet a new recruit from Bellevue,” but it happened.

When I woke up today, I didn’t say, “Gee… I’d like to get hit in the eye with a softball,” but it happened.

Sometimes stuff happens. Sometimes that stuff makes me nervous, like my near tardiness. Sometimes that stuff makes me happy, like meeting a new recruit. Sometimes that stuff makes me cry, laugh and have my eye swell up, like a softball in the eye which ironically happened shortly after talking to the new recruit about how I hit a softball into my eye last year in fall ball. By the way, my eye actually looks worse than that; the flash must have gotten rid of some of the redness and and made it look less swollen. Oh, how great it is to be playing softball again!