About 10 years ago I decided to join my employer’s softball team. At the time I hadn’t played for a couple of years and honestly have never been terribly athletic (or even coordinated), but I enjoy playing in fun leagues, and that’s what this seemed to be.
Little did I know that I would lose the ability to throw a softball.
Now it wasn’t like I tore an ACL or anything… I used to be able to throw a ball just fine. I don’t have a strong arm, but I had a fairly accurate arm… by rec league standards, anyway.
What it was was a major case of the yips and no matter what I did or how much I tried to work my way through it, every ball I threw hit the ground 10 or 20 feet away from wherever I was.
The coach, not knowing what to do with me but forced to play me because we just barely had enough people for a legal lineup, tried putting me behind the plate, figuring I’d work my way through it by repeatedly throwing the ball back to the mound. For whatever reason I couldn’t work my way through it, my teammates got vocally frustrated with the guy who can’t even throw the freakin’ ball back to the pitcher– not that I could blame them – and it really didn’t end very well.
I bring this up because I’ve been struggling with my writing all week… I’ve somehow gotten tied up in, for lack of a better word, the mechanics of writing a blog. Am I getting too bogged down in detail? Does anybody care about these cards? Do I have anything to say beyond “You remember that Oscar Gamble card? That was awesome!”
So even though trying to power my way through my softball yips ended poorly, I figured that if I could write something, anything, it might get me over this hurdle.
And here we are.
Oh, and the Pioneer Of Baseball cards? It’s a fun set that I collected as a kid, but I’d lost track of these cards for something like 20 years. When I rediscovered them I wrote an “Oh wow, look what I found” post about them, started another post and found that I didn’t anything else to say about the cards. As a result, the draft of that abandoned post was so far down in my list of drafts that I’m reminded of a line from The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy: “…In the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying ‘beware of the leopard’. “
In other words, this post is a shotgun wedding between words without images and images without words .
To close things out, I’ll ask the general readership:
- Have you ever had a bad case of the yips?
- Which incarnation of The Hitchhiker’s Guide Of the Galaxy is the best? (And if you say anything other than the original 1978 radio show or perhaps the 1980’s text-based Infocom game, this aging nerd will tell you that you are sadly mistaken)