Disclaimer:
This is merely a story about Jing's encounter with the Russian Tank.
Whatever nicknames used in this blog post are merely quoted from my team and coach.
Thank you very much 8D
P.S and I'm very sorry if I offend anyone. This entry is only supposed to be for laughs =D
This was the situation during our friendly game against the ORA Women's team:
Red dot = me.
Light blue dot = my pitcher.
Dark blue dot = the runner (tanker).
And the arrow indicated the direction in which the runner was traveling in.
The runner was at 1st base when yy pitched in a strike.
And she decided to test the catcher's throwing speed.
And I, being the shortstop, was at 2nd base ready to receive the ball.
I caught the ball and was ready to tag the runner when I turned around and saw her.
From my point of view it was pretty comical hahahaha:
I got the ball so early that I actually saw her running up to me.
And she got bigger as she got nearer.
I kind of saw her do a flying leap in the air (I think she was starting her slide into the base).
The next thing I knew I was a heap on the floor o_o
And my thigh was dead -.-" She kind of kneed me right in the side.
And hence this concludes jing's encounter with the Russian Tanker.
I hope to god that I will never ever meet such a large player in the field again.
Gaaah. Now I'm reduced to limping around the house.
I can't get up and down stairs properly, neither can I straighten my leg fully.
This sucks -_-