Sunday, April 27, 2008

redemption on the diamond

Words cannot express how much I loathed high school PE.

The only sport I actually ever enjoyed playing in PE was soccer, and if I knew then what I know now, I would have tried out for it, but I was at a high school where everyone already seemed to be an expert at everything, so it didn't feel like there was a lot of possibility for trying something you might not be good at.

So sports and I have an ambivalent history. On the one hand, I actually enjoy watching sports. I even subscribe to Sports Illustrated. On the other hand, there's that ghost in my head.

I got rid of the ghost in my head for awhile by playing basketball with friends in graduate school. Great fun, and I have a decent eye for making shots.

But the two sports I loathed most were volleyball and softball. To this day, I still resent the high school PE teacher who failed me in volleyball and made me come in early one morning for makeup work, which involved setting the ball ten times in a row and other equally informative exercises. Softball? Just miserable.

Later in life I had some friends give me some gentle coaching in holding a bat and keeping my eye on the ball, so I've actually made it on to a base for awhile, and once, in a seminary intramural game, scored a run.

Today St. C's had a game against another church in our deanery. The church is larger and their team has been together for awhile (they had t-shirts!) We hadn't even played together once.

When we first got out there, I wasn't even sure I wanted to play. I hung out in the dugout, but I was too scared to get out there. Then after awhile, seeing the broad spectrum of quality of play, I knew I had the courage to go out and at least take my hand at swinging a bat.

I made contact and even though I hit into a double play, it felt good.

It totally helped that I had watched "Bull Durham" last week. I kept thinking--"it's a simple game. You hit the ball, you throw the ball, you catch the ball." And of course, Kevin Costner at the plate, thinking "Bring me that weak-assed $%@#, meat."

Before the game was over, I had hit a sacrifice fly ("I advanced a runner! I advanced a runner!) and made it to 1st base on the error of a guy who was giving me some smack because I was a priest (deeply satisfying). I eventually scored a run. It. Felt. So. Good.

Hey, maybe this week we'll even practice. Cause we totally--well, we totally sucked in the first couple of innings but by the end we were--better.

In the immortal words of Nuke LaLouche--sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Sometimes--it rains.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Red Scarf at Night . . .Sailor's Delight

Another knitalong for Seamen's Church Institute got underway this month. We have been challenged to knit a red scarf and matching hat to celebrate the upcoming liturgical feast of Pentecost (May 11).

More information can be found here.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Black Cherry Chutney

Doesn't that sound like a yummy yarn?

I went for a manicure today, a gift from a parishioner to a local salon. The nail tech sent me to the wall of nail polish to select my color. I have charmingly red toes at the moment, a nice dark red color that was applied at the pre-Maundy Thursday footwashing pedicure the women of St. C's engaged in on Holy Wednesday. (Don't tell me that's theologically suspect--it was fun).

I was looking for the matching nail polish at the salon, when my eyes were drawn to a display of a particularly au courant set of colors. "Black Cherry Chutney," read one. It was a deep, dark purple. How fun, a part of my brain insisted. Too out there, the other part responded. I set it down and went back to the red.

As the pre-polish portions of the manicure went on, administered by the charming Amanda, I kept thinking about the dark purple of the "Black Cherry Chutney." How it would be fun to have that on my nails. What would people think? that little voice inside my head continued to say.

I'm 41. I think it's time to wear the nail color I want.

When Amanda got up to get some lotion, I asked to switch colors.

I have Black Cherry Chutney nails. They make me happy.