Softball at a Church Picnic

Several years ago, after becoming members at a local church near our home, we attended a church picnic. Soon after eating hotdogs, hamburgers and potato salad, we started up a softball game. We had men, women, boys and girls all playing along with our pastor as pitcher. Being new to the church, nobody really knew too much about us. I had played quite a bit of baseball when I was younger, and although I am “short” (only 5’4” tall) I was in pretty good shape for my 32-years.

 

The church had a pretty good “stash” of softball gloves, so I was able to use one of those. When it was my turn to come up to bat, the people playing in the outfield “moved in.” I just kind of smiled as the pastor lobbed the softball. I took a swing and BAM; hit the ball about 50 feet past the center fielder for a homerun! The pastor just looked at me and said; “where is it written that the little guy hits the ball the farthest?!” Sometimes, size doesn’t matter…

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