I have dozens of marks on my body. Some, like my ‘bruise’ birthmark and freckles, are natural. Others, like my crinkle lines around my eyes and the sun spot on my cheek, are the natural result of aging.
Sometimes body markings are intentional. My tattoos, for instance.
But while tattoos are “the scars we choose” (to quote Jennifer Nettles) – and can be quite memorable in the making – there are also other scars we incur, simply through the act of living.
The most memorable of my ‘living’ scars is the one I acquired the day I got down on one knee.
No, not to propose. ๐
But I definitely got down on my knee.
Twice.
And I scored a homerun.
In my early teens, I played JV* softball.
In the summer between my freshman and sophomore year in high school, I played on a community league.
Picture:
- approximately 15 teenage girls with nothing in common except the love of softball and the team shirts they are wearing,
- sweating all over the field on a hot, humid July evening, when…
- in the fourth inning,
- teenage Feve gets up to bat
.
Here comes the pitch…
Swing…
CRACK!
.
It was neither a line drive nor a pop fly — the hit was high enough to go over the second baseman’s head but close enough in that when the center fielder ran forward to catch it, they couldn’t get there in time — which, in addition to bunting, was my specialty hit while at bat, and I made it to first base on a flat sprint.
I rounded toward second, backtracked — the center fielder had the ball now and was throwing it to first — tapped my foot back on first base and then…
FUMBLE!
The first baseman MISSED!
I rounded off again, sprinting hard toward second, hearing my coach yell “Go Go GO!” then “GET DOWN!” and here comes the ball, whizzing over my head as I go down — left leg under me, right leg extended toward second base — into a slide.
SAFE!
And… What.the.HELL?!
The second baseman had MISSED THE BALL!
I got up, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all (how on earth did we end up playing against the Keystone Cops?), and pushed off into another sprint toward third…
Rounded…
My coach was yelling, “Go Go GO!” so GO, I went…
Thinking: Shit shit shit the short stop has the ball now and she can actually throw, I have to MOVE!
…when the ball once again came whizzing just over my head…
“Get down! Get down!”
Coach was barking, I swear.
And my team was laugh-cheering as I went down on the same knee — bleeding now, pants ripped open from the first slide and leg already scraped — ripping the skin open anew and sliding into home, _just_ before the catcher caught the ball and tagged me.
SAFE!
So what if it was in the park?
I got a homerun!
*laugh*
And as a memento – one I will always carry with me – I have a glorious shiny-white scar on my left knee.
๐
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*For my readers who live outside the U.S. or who may otherwise not know the lingo — JV stands for Junior Varsity, and is the pre-varsity sports age group encompassing mostly freshman and sophomores in high school (ages 14-15).
Thatโs a great accomplishment. An inside the park homerun is difficult to achieve! It is always because of hard work and a smart mind. Congratulations!
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Ha! Well, mostly this was the result of poor skills (on the opposing team). But it was pretty awesome nonetheless. ๐
I loved this – you have told it brilliantly and even though I know nothing about soft ball I am aware that your scar is a great visual reminder of what happened that day!
May x
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Thanks!
If you are familiar with American baseball, it’s basically the same thing. ๐
I am so impressed with you sporting prowess. You also told the story so well. I could see it all happening in vivid detail.
Thank you.
I’m blessed with athletic genes, but really this incident had very little to do with prowess. *laugh* It was more a matter of the other team’s lack thereof. ๐
I get the excitement from your story but for me as European softball or baseball is like “what is happening here” ๐
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I feel the same way about cricket. ๐
No kidding.
What a wonderful scar to have. I felt I was right there watching there with the wonderful telling of this tale. I am sure the bullpen erupted with delight.
It did. They were all on their feet shouting and laughing by the time I slid into home. ๐
A trophy scar! What a story, and I can imagine you looking at your scar with pride!
~ Marie
It’s rare that scars have pleasant memories associated with them. This one certainly does! ๐
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