I think there is a higher being trying to tell me NOT to play softball 
As I’m climbing into the truck to go to the game, hubby goes down a checklist of items to make sure I have them. Glove…check…Hat…check…..Batting gloves….check…..Water….check. After that, we hit the road.
Well, about 10 minutes from the field, it hits me when I look down at my toes poking out of my flip-flops and I say, “Oh shit, I forgot my cleats!” 
Hubby looks at me, shakes his head, laughs and asks me if I want him to turn around and go get them. Well since going back to our house would require an hour round trip, there wasn’t any point because by that time I wouldn’t even be able to play in the second game. I told him not to worry about it that I would just be the team cheerleader since I wouldn't be able to play.
We get to the field and as I’m walking to the dugout, the coach asks me where my shoes are. I just throw my hands up and tell her that I left them at home. She also shakes her head at me. For some reason, I get the urge to sit on my hands so they don't get cracked over the knuckles with a ruler for being a bad kid or something. 
Anyway, she tells me to come with her to her car. Once we get there, she opens the back and there is a pair of sneakers. She hands them to me and tells me to try them on. I bust out laughing and drop the shoes on the ground while telling her that there is no way these shoes are going to fit me that I would end up running right out of them. I wear a 7 – 7 ˝ and these shoes were an 8 ˝ in MENS. I had PLENTY of room to spare behind my heel. I could have shoved a potato down in there and still had room for bacon bits and cheese I think. (That was kind of a gross thought along with feet and shoes huh) 
So I end up getting the cleats that she was wearing because they were smaller. They were still a little too big for me but with a good tightening and some double knots, they served the purpose.
Not only do I really NOT like wearing someone else’s shoes; it’s not a good idea at all. She walks on the outside of her feet so all night I had to concentrate on not twisting my ankle in her shoes. Not to mention because they were too big, I felt like Bozo in his big red shoes. 
The game begins and I find out that I’m batting in FRONT of the fastest runner on the team. Well, damn! That’s just great. Not only are the shoes too big, have a ‘lean’ to them, NOW, I’ve got to run my ass off so I don’t get run over by Speedy Gonzales behind me. 
Ever tried running in shoes that were too big? It is NOT fun and NOT a pretty site let me tell ya. 
The first time I went up to bat, I struck out. I calmly walked back into the dugout and when the coach asked me why I struck out, I looked at her with a very serious face and said, "It's the shoes." 
She just shook her head and mumbled something about me being a little off my rocker or something.
All in all, the two games weren’t that bad, other than the fact that we can’t seem to win a game. I made due with the Bozo shoes and I didn’t get run over in the process but a runner did run into me, while I was playing first base. Thank goodness he wasn’t any bigger than I am or I would still be lying on the field with Bozo shoes pointing skyward.
