re: #115 HappyWarrior

No shame! My Dad was a softball catcher. It’s hell on the old knees. Believe me as a former pitcher, I always gave my catchers their due.

Amen. I caught softball for about ten years, and after that I couldn’t outrun a sleeping sloth. Once caught every inning of a triple header on the hottest day of the summer in NYC. Tough guy, right? Couldn’t get out of bed the next day.