Weary, of course! Aching back, sweat on the brow, the smell of freshly cut grass, every muscle in my body lingering and waiting for one thing, the swing of the bat and the dash to defend. Tonight marked yet another catch that happened all so quickly. A ball was hit over the left-center fielder, I was playing right-center, once the ball was hit I sprinted back as fast as I could until I was just a little bit past the left center fielder. The left center fielder lunged up for the ball but was short and in a split second by muscle memory I leaped into the air fully extended stretching out my arm as far as I could reach and magically the ball landed in my glove as I came plummiting back down to earth onto the warning track. The fall hurt, but the catch was so worth it. I love playing softball especially when I get to make a diving catch. It's such a rush sprinting as fast as you possible can while the ball rapidly depletes in velocity and then all at once you dive, the ball drops and everyone goes wild, gotta love the game.