So what if I let my nails grow sometimes

The other day I realized there are only two reasons why I let my fingernails grow out.

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  1. Softball. The truth is that once they get to a certain length, they become annoying. But there’s a window of time where they are the perfect length for throwing the perfect knuckle ball pitch. Another truth, in slow pitch softball throwing a knuckle ball has very little affect on the batter. In most of the knuckles I’ve thrown the batter gets a decent hit and sometimes, a really good hit. So while throwing this pitch isn’t a game-changer, it sure as heck looks good. That’s about all it’s worth if I’m being honest, except that having three different pitch deliveries may keep the batter on their toes, so that’s a mark in favor of still throwing the knuckle. It takes about a week and a half to get the nails where I like them to have a good-looking knuckle. At the time of this post, my left hand fingernails are the PERFECT length. Unfortunately, I don’t play softball again for five more days… so I’ll have to trim them back a bit so they’re ready again for game day.
  2. Memories. When I was really young on vacation in Florida, one of my grandmothers would clip my nails. For whatever reason, I always wanted her to leave my pinky nails long. I can’t recall why we did that but she was kind enough to clip eight nails and leave the two. Now as an adult I will sometimes leave my pinkies uncut just to remind myself of my awesome grandmother.

Do you have any quirks like that? If you want to share, leave a comment below. Thanks for stopping by and be sure to check back again tomorrow because I post a new blog every day at 1pm Central!

-Out of the Wilderness

Paddling the Harpeth River – part 3

You may have noticed we had a mix of kayaks and paddleboards but even among those there was different types – blow-up kayaks, regular kayaks, sit on top or sit in kayaks, and blow-up SUP boards. Have you had experiences with blow-up floatations? If so, comment below with your thoughts!

Thanks for stopping by, see you next time out on the river!

-Out of the Wilderness

Paddling the Harpeth River, Nashville, Tennessee

Nashville has had some float-errific days recently so you know what that means– paddle time! A few months ago I kayaked on Percy Priest Lake, but this adventure was a 9-mile kayak/SUP trip down the Harpeth River in west Nashville, Tennessee. Check out the first batch of photos below. Posting more soon, so come back to see more 🙂

Thanks for stopping by and be sure to check back soon for more photos from this trip!

-Out of the Wilderness

Fair anger in adult league softball

The other day I was part of an adult coed softball game as the pitcher and to start this off… I LOVE playing softball and pitching, also. This particular league has double-headers every Wednesday so there were 2 games and when I saw who the umpire was, I committed within myself to just be cool. Go with the flow. Have fun. But this umpire is the most incompetent umpire I’ve ever encountered. Inconsistent, unaware of the rules, I’m sure he’s a nice guy, though. I had no idea the mountain in front of me was too big to climb. But let’s start with the first game.

Actually, Game 1 was fine. Mostly because I was playing outfield, just about as far away from him as possible. It could be that he made some shady calls but I was too far away to see the details of the plays.

Then we get to Game 2. I was moved to pitcher and in hindsight, I should’ve just stayed in the outfield. Being in the infield I was able to see up close his bad calls. The thing is, he was making wrong calls for both teams! So I guess he’s consistent that way?

By the end of the second game he and I (and the opposing team’s pitcher) had words and he asked the captain for my name. Darn it! I was so close to having a controversy-free night! I won’t get into the details of his incompetence because I’ll just get riled up again but what this post is about is the anger that rises up when things don’t go the way I think they should.

I went home proud of myself for the way I was mostly controlled in my conversations with him, instead of just being mean. Trying to define what it is that frustrates me so much is what I wanted to think about after the games. Am I just being too competitive? Am I cruel?? AM I NOT BREEZY ENOUGH?????? I discovered this: it’s not that the umpire is making decisions I disagree with (because that happens in sports all the time), it’s that he was making unfair calls and being disrespectful. I get super fired up when officials aren’t treating people or teams fairly. I’ve always been that way when it comes to fairness and cheating and good ol’ boy stuff. Now I’ll admit, I’ve been competitive my entire life and sometimes (most of the time?) the desire to win and be “right” can overtake my civility. I’ll be the first to admit it’s an ongoing problem but it’s getting better, I promise. The encounter with this umpire, though, wasn’t about me being right. It was about being treated fairly. The other pitcher was involved because in Game 2 he decided to act in a way that breaks rules of the sport but he’s one of those “good ol’ boys” that thinks he can get away with it because he’s friends with the umpire. I called him into a conversation with myself and the umpire and well, neither of them liked what I had to say.

But again, this isn’t about them specifically. I’ll wrap up by saying I’m happy with how I managed my emotions when usually I might get snippy and catty. This time was full of thoughtful, although perhaps not friendly, responses. It still ended with the umpire flexing his “official” muscles and the other pitcher telling me to go home to my mother’s basement. 🙂

Maturity all around.

I’m sincerely hoping this umpire is nowhere near the softball field next week but I’ll be sure to update if he’s scheduled to ruin more games.

-Out of the Wilderness