I can throw a ball. Really. I play a mean game of catch with my family and I was on a softball team for several years as a kid. But after yesterday, none of that matters.
This summer WBT's been giving away tickets to sit in our suite and see the Charlotte Knights (you can enter for the August date here). So yesterday, Al Gardner and I went to the game to hang out with the latest winners. On the way there I got a call from our promotions department. "How'd you like to throw out the first pitch today?" Nah, I said, let Al do it. I know how these things can go. And I was wearing 3" platform wedges (those are shoes, guys). Come on, they said, it'll be fun!
When we got there, we were introduced to 7-year old Ava who was also there to throw out a pitch. I thought we were off the hook. But, no, we all got a chance. WBT's John Humphries got it on video. He had to stay a bit far away; in my opinion it wasn't far enough:
Ava did great!! Al did well, too. (He wants me to let you know he was totally stymied by the realization mid-pitch that Homer has no real hands. How was he even holding that glove?) As for me? Well, if you watched it, you're probably wondering why I even posted it here. Me too.
So really, I promise, I can throw. We didn't get to warm up, my shoes were all wrong, it was really hot. If I think of any more excuses, I'll add them later. Check back – or please help me come up with some more!