Contrary to my wishes, the last time I had gone to the batting cages, was three years ago. Strangely enough it was exactly three years ago, when we had Darby's birthday party at Perfect Swing in Norman. Contrast that with my college days, when a friend and I used to hit the cages every Friday after classes (pun intended).
In a strange parallel to the last time I hit the cages (aside from the date that is), I tore up my hands pretty badly.
Three years ago, it was because I used a wooden bat and no batting gloves, and I'd let my hands go soft since my days as a UPS package sorter (also in college). Both of my hands back then were blistered everywhere and they hurt to move for about a week. Yes, I know how much of a dumb ass I am.
Today, I had batting gloves, and a lighter aluminum bat, however I still tore up my left hand pretty bad. Yes it hurts to type. Not such a great thing for an IT worker.
So what was the deal this time? Well, I still have soft hands. Not much of a manual laborer these days, and some at work will attest. And last time, I only hit about forty pitches (two sets of 20). This time around, instead of paying by the pitch, I paid by the hour. I bought a half-hour worth of batting. And that was my big mistake. I ended up hitting at least ten sets of twenty pitches, or about 200 pitches, and I'm pretty sure that I only missed three pitches out of those 200. Crazy thing is that I felt my hands start to blister after about sixty pitches, even with the batting gloves, but I kept going. Heck I was only about ten minutes into the thirty that I paid for. I couldn't just give up.
Well, here is a disgusting photo of my hand just after exiting the cages. And here's another after cleaning and bandaging.
So now the issue of this blog's title. My first instinct was to call it "hand job" or something like that, but I knew that could start some controversy. So I will let the fans decide. Use the poll below, or suggest another via the comments.
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