What Part of "Come In Out of the Rain....?"

When you were little, your mother taught you to come in out of the rain. It's wet. It's cold. It's miserable. It's better to be warm and dry.

This is not the mantra of my new softball team. We spent our afternoon at the park, in the grass, throwing and batting. We couldn't use the empty diamonds because they were sloppy mud pits. At least we had the entire park to ourselves -- no one else was crazy enough to be out there.

After the first hour, the rain began to let up and we even had a few breaks of sunshine. The sun itself took pity on us by the end of the second hour.

After throwing enough that my arms began to feel that 39-year-old soreness, we began to get into a groove. The batting is okay. Need some serious work on grounders.

Oh, and by the way, we're playing our first game tomorrow. Excuse me? Yeah. Surprise! Tomorrow. We play the team from Chase bank. That explains the sudden, urgent need for all this practice!