but who’s counting.
Me. I have less than a month to go and my goal of 125 by Nov. 1 looms. I like that word. LOOMS. Current weight: 129.4 and apparently holding forever…
Let’s go back 56 years…yes…I am 20 years old…sigh. That was a splendid year…if only I could tell more people. You know.
But I digress. Summer 1963. I was 20 and I weighed 99 pounds.
And because of my extraordinary skills (okay, no one else would do it), I was the catcher for a fast pitch softball team. Read 70 mph…yup.
It was a hot July night in old Bloomington, Minnesota and we were playing a really tough, championship team from the mean streets of Minneapolis.
I was taking a few warm-ups from my pitcher who…incidentally…had a smoking fast ball that would drop a little just before the plate. Have I set the picture?
Let continue…I flipped up my catcher’s mask (I thought I was so cool) to quickly take a drag off my ‘lit’ Marlboro cigarette…which was conveniently nestled in the sand right next to me…hey…this was 55 years ago. Don’t judge me.
I looked down to pick up the Marlboro and just as I looked up to take a drag…my obviously non-aware pitcher threw a sizzling, fast ball, hitting my unprotected face, sending me backwards about a foot…no really…a whole 12 inches.
Not only did the lit cigarette cause a burn on my cheek, I couldn’t chew real food for about 3 weeks. I wasn’t wired shut…it was just too painful to do anything but drink fluids or very mushy foods.
There is no moral to this telling…just background to the fact that…I lost 5 pounds in less than a month.
Anyone looking for a 75 year old catcher?
Have a nice day…