6/18/08

It all started about 6 months ago when my girlfriend asked me if I wanted to play softball for her company team this summer.  I said Sure, why not? and didn't give it much thought.  When the season finally began, I found out they had plenty of players on the team and probably wouldn't need me.  That was fine with me because I really didn't care whether or not I played.  I just told them to call me if they needed someone. 

Well, since then, they've only needed me two or three times.  Yesterday, I had to play; so, after work and a pint I headed out to the ol' ballfield.  They were missing their catcher, so I was the replacement.  I like playing softball - I played baseball growing up, but catcher is not one of the positions I enjoy.  Something about trying to catch a ball that is being swung at by a guy three feet in front of me just screams massive head trauma.  Surprisingly, I did well: no new facial scars.  While sliding into the base, I sprained my ankle.  It seemed pretty minor and I walked it off and finished the game.  That night, I iced before I went to bed hoping it would feel better in the morning. 

This morning I woke up to a very sore ankle.  I figured my day off was screwed, so I slept in and decided to just take it easy and let the swelling go down, but while laying on the couch, flipping through the channels, on a beautiful summer day, I couldn't help myself.  I hobbled out to the car and drove out to Surry. 

When I got there, it was almost 4:00.  The water was calm and there was a nice, cool breeze coming off the river.  I limped slowly down the beach in search of my sanity, finding only a few small teeth.  The mako was in good shape and the Tiger shark tooth was near to perfect. 

After about two hours, I decided to cut my trip short and give my ankle a rest.  I probably won't get a chance to hunt again until next Wednesday; by then my ankle should be fine and I'll get out there earlier. 

So until then...thanks for checking in.