After five long, at times painful years (be it physical or mental pain), my undergraduate experience at Nipissing University is slowly drawing to a close. Yesterday was my last class, April 8th will be my last exam, and whenever I finish my thesis, I will be officially done.
No matter the year, springtime always brings about inevitable chaos to university students. Assignments, essays, exams, summer jobs, and in my case, figuring out what the hell I'm going to do with myself after I'm finished, it can be a very chaotic time.
During these times, I enjoy hanging out at the rink or spending time on the ball field that much more. During that hour on the ice or out on the field hitting balls I can leave the chaos behind and focus on one thing for a bit.
Spring training commenced yesterday as a few friends and I went to the ball field to engage in the age old baseball tradition of "hitting balls". One guy pitches, one guy hits, everyone else left shags fly balls. As a rec ball player, this is probably as close to spring training as it gets.
I mentioned in a previous entry that I was looking forward to trading my goalie stick and blocker for a baseball bat and first baseman's mitt (although, in light of my previous entry, perhaps I'm slightly less excited about that exchange). When I stood in the batter's box yesterday and later shagged fly balls, I couldn't wait for the season to start. It's almost unfair, especially with the beautiful weather of late, that baseball season is actually almost two months away.
At the same time though, I need to get my baseball muscles going again. No better way than hitting balls.
-matt
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