Softball

The only times I've played softball have been for a church team a few times as a teenager. I wasn't really any good but I enjoyed it.
Last night I played again. I can't remember the last time I was so nervous. I was ridiculously nervous.
Here's the story how I happened to be playing right field on a women's slow pitch softball team last night:
A few months ago I got on our local Parks & Recreation website. I was looking into Mom & Tots swimming classes (which were brilliantly scheduled right at lunch/nap time). I saw stuff about a women's softball league that I'd also heard about and wanted to join last year. I called and listed myself as a free agent. I also called a bunch of women I know to try to form my own team, but failed. That was a couple months ago.
One of those women I called has a friend who mentioned to her that they might need another player for her team. Yippee! They had enough people but weren't a very competitive team (perfect for me) and there's always someone on vacation during the summer, etc. So when I called to talk to two of the women on the team they basically just asked if I would be their alternate to which I gladly agreed.
Last night they had games at 7:30 and 9:30 and I could only make it to the later game. I showed up and it was a good thing I did, we started the game with only eight players. Several people had gone home after their first game (which they were so far behind in that it was called before time was even up). Two players came back early in the first inning so we were able to continue.
The final score was 7 to 5 when our time ran out in the sixth inning. We didn't win but we had a good time. I struck out four times, but in my defense, in this league it's TWO strikes and you're out, which is really lame and the Umpire was totally inconsistent, calling a lot of strikes that should have been balls.