Oh, by the way, the softball season is over.

In my St. Paul league, I hit another home run. I think that is three on the year. They stopped making me pitch two games a week, which was much easier on the ol' right arm. I caught a couple games, as well as playing a little outfield and second base.

In my Blaine league, I hit a few more flyouts but also pitched well. I have been pitching two games a week for that team.

My hitting hasn't been on track all season, and I need to ready myself for the fall season. It starts in August, but they call it fall for some reason. I went to the Grand Slam batting cages this weekend, and my swing felt great.

Some kids were oohing and aahing behind me, while I was hitting. One of them told their daycare provider, "He's good."

But the daycare provider said that I was only hitting softballs, not baseballs. Jerk.

I'll show him. This fall, I'm going to hit. And I bought a few extra batting tokens so that I have to go back to the cages to practice.

More later.