Baseball fever

I finished my two-week vacation in fine style; playing baseball with Bill Lee's Green Mountain Boys as part of the Vintage Base Ball Federation's World Series in Westfield on Sunday.
I got in the line up a few innings into the game playing in left field. I got two at bats; first one I struck out looking-ouch, second one I smoked a line drive to right but directly at the fielder. Still, it felt good to make solid contact. The "crack" sound a wood bat makes when it hits a baseball is wonderful. It lights up the happy centers in my brain. I managed not to embarrass myself in the field, mostly because no balls were hit to me in the air.
It occurred to me later that I was playing baseball in front of people who paid to see it, which was cool.

Now I'm dying to find more opportunities to play baseball. One of my teammates Sunday plays in a league in southern Vermont, I'm hoping to join next year.