Swing

I went down to the batting cages tonight with Skyler, Shawn and Skyler's parents. The other night on the way to the Silver Mt. Zion show we waxed reminiscent about how we hadn't been to the batting cages in forever and how we should go some time. I chalked it up to one of those things you always say you're going to do but end up forgetting about. Then Skyler called me up and asked if I was down to go tonight. Hell yeah, I was down.

Turns out it's like that cliché about riding a bike, you don't forget. Or perhaps I should say, you do, but then you remember. My first at-bat I was horrible, then I started getting the hang of it, refreshing my muscle memory and making contact with a solid 80 percent of the pitches, even if they were mostly foul balls.

On a related note, it's nice to be hanging out with Shawn and Skyler, two of my oldest friends, more often again. We lost contact a lot over the last year or so and ever since Shawn's brother Brandan's wedding we've been getting together more often. Sniff, I love you guys, man. Or words to that effect. (Sound of nose blowing) Ahem.