How much acid can one man take?

Yesterday, after work, my boss and I again shagged balls at the Westchester Community College Girls Softball field.  It is a fantastic field and it isn’t always unlocked.  The Hyaluronic acid is still working it’s wonderful, lovely, magic on my knees and I am pain free and running my sprints almost daily now.  I could be 35…almost.

So we’re hitting a little while and a kid (to us) of about 25 comes up and asks if he can go out in the outfield and field balls.  “Ahh, sure”, I said, and added, “you sure?”.  So out he goes and he tracks the ball well and has a good arm and my boss hits and I hit a few and we invite this guy in to hit and he’s running me around out there.  I’m going back on the ball pretty well and loving the practice of getting jumps on flies.  Then I hit my boss some grounders and this guy takes first and lets my boss throw through on each one.  He’s got good hands and we do this until we’re shot~about an hour and a half.  He’s helping us throw the balls into the milk crate and I tell him that we work at the nursing home right through the woods and blah blah.

He tells me that he doesn’t even go to Westchester Community College and that he is just visiting to pick up his girlfriend, who goes there.  But he’s been playing ball with us for an hour and a half.  So I give him my best Jack Benny and say, “Well you better go, you don’t want to be late~!”