Baseball

On Saturday, I had this incredible urge to hit baseballs.  Unfortunately, the only batting cage in Cadillac wasn't going to be open until Memorial Day.  I was thinking about borrowing my brother-in-law's golf clubs and go to a driving range.  I don't play golf, but hitting golf balls feels somewhat similar to me.

Heather and I went to La Fiesta Grande on Sunday to support people from Riv going to Mexico and hang out with friends.  I was hoping for a small chance that people would bring baseball or softball gear and have a game.  And it happened.  I got to feed my baseball fix.

Now, 3 days later, I'm still sore from running and swinging the bat too hard.  But again, well worth it.