On my way to playing Softball I got a Flu shot

Here is the rest of the story. I played in a softball tournament this weekend. It started Friday and ends Sunday. The short version is that our team won't be playing Sunday.

The coach put together a team with some of the better players in our division. We didn't play like we were some of the better players. We won one and lost one Friday. The second game we played a team from the Palm Coast (east Florida). They drove about 150 miles to play three innings. They are a National team. That means they are big and bad. Most of these guys have arms bigger than my legs. And their chest's are bigger than my belly. The fences are 300 feet. We have one guy that can hit it out if the wind is blowing in the right direction. These guys have 5 or 6 guys that can hit a home run with or against the wind. We lost 22 to 2 after three innings.

Oh yeah, the flu shot. I almost forgot. The second game Friday I hit a double, but when I hit second base, I did "something" to my left big toe. I was out for the rest of the game soaking my foot in ice. Since I just healed up from a broken right foot I decided to get an X-ray. The doc said the X-ray looked like I "may" have broken my big toe, but he could not tell for sure with all the inflammation, so he referred me to a foot specialist. While I was there I noticed they had flu shots. So while I waited for the doc to read my X-ray I asked the nurse if she would shoot me up. Thus if nothing else goes right, I at least got a flu shot.

Today we played again two more games. We didn't do to well and as long as Barbara doesn't read this I'll tell you all I played, hitting 3 for 4, but we lost two games so our tournament is over. I played two innings in the outfield, but after running in to make a catch, I was out the rest of the game. Now I will watch football for a couple of days and if my toe still hurts Monday, I may have to visit a foot doc.

It's not easy being old. Since I've moved to Florida in 2005, I've broken more bones and pulled more muscles than I did between 1947 and 2004. You would think Barbara would take care of me better, but I think her sympathy has run out. Where is my Mother when I need her. I'm just thankful the beer is cold and the frig is not too far of a walk (or limp), so I have something to fall back too. Wait, I didn't say fall. I didn't fall. Except for my left big toe and back, and right hand, I'm feeling great. Just kidding. My toe is very sore, but after a few Aleve, I think I'll be good to do something else a little less stupid.

Believe It or Not!

I am a nice guy and I just received a Thank You note to remind me. Here is the rest of the story.

A couple of weeks ago on my way to play (remember I said play) golf I came across a couple of mature ladies on the golf cart path. I don't know how mature they were but they looked like they were in their late 70s or 80s. I asked them if they were all right and they said they didn't think so. Their cart was dead. I told them I had a cell phone, but they didn't have anyone to call. They said a guy stopped and told them to put the cart in tow and then in run and that might get them home. (He must have had something more important to do than to help these two ladies.) That would not get them anywhere and they knew that since they were at a dead stop. They told me if I got them to a church about a mile away they could walk home from there.

I have a tow rope, so I hooked them up and took them to the church. When we reached the church I asked them if they were all right and where they lived. When they told me the Village they lived in, I said that would be a long walk and I could not leave them there.

Being nice ladies, they told me they didn't want to put me out since I was on my way to play golf. I told them golf was only a game and my Mother and Father did not raise me to leave them on the side of the rode so I could make a tee time. If I was late, so be it. I told them I would tow them home, which would be about a mile and a half farther than the golf course. So while I towed them to their home, I called one of the guys I was golfing with and told him to play without me until I could catch up. We play for money, so I told him I would lose the first couple of holes and drink more beer after we were done to make up for it. As it turned out I got the ladies home and still got to the course just in time to make the first hole.

I had forgotten about all this until today when I received a thank you note from one of the ladies. I thought it was very thoughtful of them. Life is very good.