1 March, 2006
I don’t think I can swing being on this baseball team. I enjoy it, but I do NOT enjoy the hour of transit each way that it can take to get to and from practices/the batting cages. And once games start it’s going to be the same problem, they won’t be any closer in, if anything they’ll be farther. (I missed a practice on Sunday, and will miss a few nights this week too because the effort it’d take to make it to those things would/would have taken over my day.)
Two things I hate: having to spend time in the suburbs, and being stuck in a car when I don’t choose to be. Baseball combines both those things right now for not a whole lot of positive (it’s positive enough, but not earth-shatteringly awesome; the people I’ve met are not the types to become close friends, and it’s not quite enough to count as exercise).
Still, this really bums me out. I had to back out of a softball league in Chicago a few years ago and it didn’t feel very good either. It reminds me that I’m not the most dependable person, which is a suck thing to have thrown in your face–by your own actions, no less.