And then, after a restful afternoon, and with dinner on the grill, it happened.
Every boy dreams of growing up to be a professional baseball player. What a great feeling that would be to get the call saying you've been called up to the big leagues!
Tonight...I got that call.
Okay, actually I got a text.
A text to fill in for a church league softball game where they were short on players and didn't want to forfeit.
Same thing though.
It was like it was straight from a movie script. Just like I'd always dreamed it would happen.
It'd been a few years since I've played softball -- I could tell by the fact that the electrical tape which held my cleats together three or four years ago had to be replaced before I could head to the field.
Forty minutes and a sore hamstring later, my comeback was complete. My boyhood dream had come true.
Now I just need to find a way to be a stunt man on the Dukes of Hazzard set.
The Summer of Tim continues.