Still 41 but no longer a rookie, I made my spring training debut for my men’s 38+ baseball team, the Mariners of the Chicago Central Suburban Men’s Senior Baseball League, on Sunday.
It was only an inning, but it was encouraging (especially after I went 0-2 with a 9.79 ERA as a rookie). I got the first Indians hitter to go low for a 59-foot-curveball, and he hit it to short. We weren’t able to make the play. The guy stole second, but I got the next three hitters on a popout, a groundout to first and, finally, my first career strikeout. (Yes, I know it’s a spring game, but I’ll take it any way I can get it).
We went 3-19 last year (one of those wins a forfeit), but we have some new players who look like they will be able to help us this year. One of the things about my rookie year that was cool was that, even though we were terrible, and I walked more than The Proclaimers, it was a great bunch of guys and a lot of fun to be part of a team again. Hopefully it’ll be just as fun this year, only with more wins.