It was a surprisingly warm day in the state of Maine, a whopping 62 degrees on April 28th, the warmest game day yet that season. (Mother Nature saved the best for last, apparently.) It was time to throw the last pitch of my last game -- ever. My catcher came out to the mound and asked what I wanted to throw for the final pitch of my 16-year softball career. I chose a change-up -- and when that didn’t work, I chose a curveball. Strike three.
My softball career had ended. That was it. I was officially a N.A.R.P.
N.A.R.P.: noun. Non-Athletic Regular Person.
Back in the locker room, I popped the bottle of champagne ... Read More