The last time I played I was an emergency fill-in on my son's fall ball team in Harford County. Only 8 guys showed up and they dragged me out to right field, where I made the most embarrassing attempt at catching a fly ball in athletic history. I made up for it somewhat in my first at bat.
There was a huge hole between first and second and I aimed a dribbler over there. Still don't understand how the first-baseman never got to it, but I ended up with a single. Somehow, I made it to second base, where I had to dive back to the bag to avoid being picked off. Wow, did that hurt. I shortened my lead so I wouldn't have to do that again and then scored on a solid single. I was 43-years old and hadn't played ball since my softball days in Central Park 20 years earlier (I was a very good 3B). I needed oxygen.
My next at bat the first pitch was right at my head. I got out of the way and, after striking out, found someone to take my place. So ended my "career."