What’s your adult sport?

In our game, if you had three muffs, everyone in the game got to throw a ball at you while you squatted. The hardest thrower with the most accurate arm was always last in line.

 

boxing- good for body and spirit

already got a kid hitting a bag, too

 

This morning, I threw out the first pitch during opening ceremonies for a senior softball league that uses facilities maintained by my employer. I tossed a softball overhand and the catcher, a guy I've known for close to 40 years, said "throw one underhand." I don't know when the last time I threw a softball underhand was, but I felt it in my elbows and other areas of my arm that I don't feel on an overhand toss.

 

I'm the opposite. I never took care of my arm and now I can only snap/flick a throw - maybe 25 yards or so. All in the elbow. I played a lot of 3B as a teenager so it's a big decline.

When I was coaching football and had to throw a ball in from the side lines I would often windmill it like a softball pitcher to get decent carry.

 

I played short growing up and ruined my arm. Never let it heal and ended up at second as all washed up shortstops do. I struggle throwing BP to 10 year olds.

 

Right there with ya; after two surgeries on left shoulder (dislocation problem from diving for balls at SS), surgeon said "you know your right shoulder has the same ligament strength?" And 5 yrs later or so, my right shoulder dislocates on the tennis court on a serve. No more SS, only the little tiny throw from 2B and BP to LLers.

 

As a kid I used it too much, and we were dumb about warming up. We also played a bunch of backyard games with tennis and whiffle balls, which is apparently a bad idea.

I've got a friend who pitched BP in the majors and had a tryout somewhere along the way. At 55 he can still put up a clothesline as well as anyone I ever played with.

 

I also used it too much. Had a decent throwing arm as a kid- it was my only tool- and I threw it out. I can't throw even a 70 mph pecker-high heater anymore.

 

Shoulder issues suck and they only get worse as you get older (I'm just south of 50).

Besides no longer being able to throw a baseball or football very far, the rare times I play pickup basketball, I sometimes get shooting pain through my right shoulder when I reach up for a rebound. Good times!

But I know people who've had shoulder surgery and they're miserable for months and months afterward. And sometimes the problems don't get much better.

 

When I rebound now, my arms don’t go very high, just box out and let it fall to me ( I’m only 5’9”). Yeah had shoulder dislocated on rebounds too. Sucks.

 

We did something similar with soccer. We’d circle up to juggle the ball and whomever messed up and caused the ball to hit the ground had to put their palms on a nearby wall while everyone else fired shots at his rear end.

 

When I was in college, we played a game called Wallyball. It was volleyball inside a racquetball court. The net could be attached to the walls and the ball was the size of a volleyball, only made of the rubber from normal racquetballs.

There were a lot of great times, but there was one aspect that scared the shit out of me.. The back wall didn’t go all the way up to the ceiling. Instead, it was open, and people on the second floor could walk the hallway and look down and watch the action. Only, the staff usually kept the hallway closed and locked.

Occasionally, someone would hit the ball and it would go over the wall and into the hallway. But instead of going to ask a staffer to unlock the hallway, whoever hit the ball had to climb the back wall to the second floor hallway to retrieve the ball.

They would start by climbing on top of the door to the court (about 4 or 5 feet high). There was a little ledge on the wall a few inches wide and about another six feet or so high from the door. They’d push themselves up to stand on the ledge, then grab the metal safety railing that was on the second floor to prevent anyone there from falling, hoist themselves up, retrieve the ball and toss it down. They were probably about 17 or 18 feet in the air.

Then they had to climb down the back wall, and inevitably, in one of those stupid college guy ideas, someone would start firing the ball at the poor guy trying to climb down to hit him.

I somehow lucked out and never had to make the climb. One time, I hit it over and it ended going over the hallway and into the court opposite us on our floor. Another time, I hit it and it hit the safety railing and came back down. And a third time, for some reason, the second floor hallway was unlocked and I just ran up the stairs.

It’s been 20+ years, and I still think it’s a miracle that nobody in our crew ever fell and broke their neck on that climb. Talk about being dumb college kids.