So my girlfriend and I are on our way to a cabin in the hills near Great Smoky Mountain National Park in Tennessee. It's the 3rd time we've been down there and personally I love it. Got the cabin all to ourselves and the park is close enough that we can hike and explore to our hearts content. Very relaxing indeed. There is some beautiful country there and lots of waterfalls to hike to.
Along with my vacation comes the start of ball season here. I play fastball for a team in one of the few fastball leagues in the city. I suspect I'm going to be the oldest person in the league this year. Up until now there has always been this one guy who is a few years older than I am but I think he has retired now. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. I know I like to tease my teammates about it, most of them are at least 20 years younger than I am. I guess I've been with the team for so long now they don't realize just how old I am. I figure as long as i can still pitch and get people out I'm going to be playing. After being out practicing a few times I can see my curve and rise ball are going to be working pretty good. Good thing the season starts right after I get back from vacation.
Thursday morning can't come soon enough. I get off work at 630 am and catch a flight at 945 am. Good thing the flight is a long one so I can catch a nap on the way down.