I'm sorry Coach Leatherwood...

Saturday night was date night.

Yeah for date night!

We went to Sam and Gregg's in downtown Huntsville for pizza and then walked around Big Spring Park.

Don't you just love Big Spring Park?

Afterwards, we headed to the local mini golf place to play a round.

But then...

I saw them.

What did I see, you ask?

Batting Cages!

I've never actually been in a batting cage before but left me tell you I loved it!

Billy went first to show me what was what.

He was all manly and stuff.

I was crushing on him

Then it was my turn.

Wow.

That stance is quite impressive. 

I could hear my little league coach's voice from yesteryear in my head saying: 

"Elbows up!"

Coach Leatherwood. 

He was the coach of my team for several years.

We were the 'Little Hustlers'

Yes, that was actually our name.

I was pretty terrible.

As an aside:

Please don't tell my kids I played Little League.

I won't let them play. 

And they get all bent out of shape about it.

You won't be allowed to play either, sister.

"I'm totally telling my brother's that you got to play."

But...

 Batting cages!

So much fun. 

I loved the way it felt and sounded when you smacked a good one. 

Oh, dear. 

Hello, 'Mom Jeans'

Well, not my Mom because she has always been way cooler than me.

I think these pictures provide evidence as to why I was bad at softball.

I'm sorry Coach Leatherwood. 

I should have spent more time at the batting cages.