Cue the banjos

I've been playin' softball for a few years now. I freely admit that I ain't worth a pint of piss at the game. I'm built for contact sports, and hadn't swung a bat at a ball since I was 16. That said, the guys I play with are good guys though, and it's somethin' to help keep me somewhat physically active, so I stick with it.

I got it in my head a few weeks ago to work on my swing mechanics in an attempt to make a little more of a contribution to the team. Some coachin' from Joe and a pile of YouTube videos helped, but I needed to be able to take some swings at home, with what little down time I have.

Since I'm a cheap bastard, I grabbed one of Dad's old bats and a few old softballs layin' around, which left me only in need of a tee. With a swiped length of hose from work, a 2x4 and an hour, I whipped one up. Works pretty doggone good too, if I do say so myself.