Ten swings at soft slow balls? $2.50
Two strained wrists + a banged up finger + an inability to grip anything with my right hand + sore back muscles? Priceless...or the price of a hospital visit—one or the other.
I may have previously expressed a love for baseball. Of course, being athletically challenged, I can't exactly join a neighborhood league or play a friendly game with a few friends. But I've always thought going to the batting cages could be a fun alternative. I'm not expected to run any long distances and there's no possibility of spraining an ankle or bruising my knees sliding into 3rd. The ground is clearly marked for where you need to stand, so there's no chance I'll get hit by a stray ball. And there's netting surrounding you on all four sides, so you couldn't possibly hit anyone. But, as it happens, there are still a few hazards.
It hurts more than you would imagine.
First off, if you don't know how to hold a bat—and don't expect anyone to volunteer to teach you—your improper posture will cost you. Once your bat connects with the ball, if you can manage to hit it, it feels like an earthquake running from your hands to your shoulder. For the 5 seconds you feel accomplished by your amazing eye-hand coordination, you'll spend 4 days with aches and pains. Slow soft balls are supposed to be perfect for beginners. Clearly, I was delusional.
I guess there's three good things that came out of our weekend expedition:
1) I got to see if I was any good at baseball...and technically hitting 6 out of 10 balls makes me at least minor league material. lol
2) I now know that I won't be doing this for my birthday come December.
3) And I definitely won't be doing this on a date. Ever!
Chelsea Piers, W. 21 St. and 11th Ave.
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