Softball was required in my gym class. And I was *chosen* for the least popular position – center field! Junior High girls rarely hit the ball into midfield. I think that was the plan. To pass the time, I watched the West Texas sun pass overhead, while dodging red-ants and trying to look alive. My only hope was to cross home base. No dramatic slide needed. My goal? To walk away in one piece – preferably without getting dirty.