A day of fun in New York City

Recently, I took a whole afternoon for myself in Central Park. Actually, I met up with a bunch of co-workers from the radio station for a fun filled day of softball. Our company's team was split in two...the "ringer" team and the "fun" team. The ringers were the ones out for blood. The fun bunch were the ones who sucked, but wanted to play just for the heck of it and the free food and drinks that was to come later in the day. I arrived in Central Park early that afternoon and had no clue where to go. I found a mobile vendor stand with a guy selling "city water hot dogs". With no tour guides in sight, I asked the vendor where the softball fields were, to which he pointed me in the right direction. Once I got there, all I could see in the middle of the grass was trees and tall buildings behind those trees. This was one of those breathtaking views that I had not experienced in New York City, despite the fact that I had lived in the area for over 7 years. I was so mesmerized that all I could do was look up and around to see such a magnificent sight.
I saw a bunch of my co-workers who wore red shirts, indicating that they were the "ringer" team, practicing their swings of the bat and tossing the softball around. I asked one of them where the other team was because simply put, I suck at softball. He pointed me to another field and I met up with them. As I had imagined, the "fun" team had the blue shirts and were pretty much laid back and feeling casual, happy that they were there instead of the office, slaving away at the computer or recording a commercial or two in the studio. It was pretty obvious that the team was out to have a good time and I knew I would too as my enthusiasm for some fun out in the park was at an all time high. With that enthusiasm running through my heart and veins playing out in the field, I ignored the fact on how out of shape I was. I would later find out as my muscles started tightening up and the pain setting in.
I'll spare the gory details on how bad both teams did in the softball tournament and believe me, it was downright ugly. But all in all, we all had a terrific time out there in Central Park, which was topped off with free drinks and food at Tavern On The Green with all the radio stations in our company from New York, NJ and CT. Everyone, including myself was smiling and enjoying the camaraderie with each other, telling stories and jokes, and meeting other people in the company that I have not met before. This was my first time at this annual event and believe me, I'll be there next year!
I saw a bunch of my co-workers who wore red shirts, indicating that they were the "ringer" team, practicing their swings of the bat and tossing the softball around. I asked one of them where the other team was because simply put, I suck at softball. He pointed me to another field and I met up with them. As I had imagined, the "fun" team had the blue shirts and were pretty much laid back and feeling casual, happy that they were there instead of the office, slaving away at the computer or recording a commercial or two in the studio. It was pretty obvious that the team was out to have a good time and I knew I would too as my enthusiasm for some fun out in the park was at an all time high. With that enthusiasm running through my heart and veins playing out in the field, I ignored the fact on how out of shape I was. I would later find out as my muscles started tightening up and the pain setting in.
I'll spare the gory details on how bad both teams did in the softball tournament and believe me, it was downright ugly. But all in all, we all had a terrific time out there in Central Park, which was topped off with free drinks and food at Tavern On The Green with all the radio stations in our company from New York, NJ and CT. Everyone, including myself was smiling and enjoying the camaraderie with each other, telling stories and jokes, and meeting other people in the company that I have not met before. This was my first time at this annual event and believe me, I'll be there next year!

