This is my new favorite thing. I know you don’t believe me. It’s okay.
While athletic ability is most definitely a recessive gene in the McCloskey gene pool, I find great joy in this. It’s not about showing my skills with a baseball bat. It’s about aggression therapy. And it’s awesome!
Ignore my terrible grip. It’s from having really long nails and wearing too much jewelry. I still hit the ball though. This was a bit of an impromptu event, hence the skirt.
I remember doing things like this when I was younger and I loved it. You just can’t expect me to be good. I hit the ball maybe 30% of the time. And about 15% of the time it would actually count as a decent hit. I also come out of it covered in bruises each time, although I have no idea how. But still, I love it! I am working on making this a regular thing. I’ve gone about 4 or so times in the last month.