Nope, live between Buffalo & Niagara Falls. Doubt that the batting cage/go cart track/mini golf/game room/bounce house type of layout is very unusual either.
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After my other post, it made me think of another situation, which had just about been forgotten. In '01, I'd started dating this girl, Sarah, from the gym. We had some years difference. I was 34, at the time, and she was only a year or two out of college. She knew I enjoyed hitting the batting cages, and one time called up to give it a try. Probably wasn't the wisest thing for me to do, after having worked out at the gym, after full day at work, and then having had dinner. (Would pretty much never go to the gym and face 100 pitches on the same days, unless it was a holiday or weekend.)
So, when it was Sarah's turn to give it a try, I offered for her the choice of softball or hardball. Hardball went from slow to medium to fast. (This was at a different location from my current base of operations.) She insisted on doing hardball medium. Figured it was up to her, so there was no argument. I was tired from the last round, and hadn't witnessed what happened. She had stopped and put the bat down. I said, "get back and start hitting" or something similar. Turns out she got nailed on the forearm on the first or second pitch. Again, I didn't see it happen. She had broken her wrist. This may have been a metaphor for our relationship.
She had me driver her home, and she hardly spoke. She then locked herself in the bedroom after getting home. Her roomate must've given her a lift for medical treatment. Things weren't really any better on our next few dates and her ability to communicate wasn't the finest. A few months later, she smiled and tried being friendly at the gym. I just said hello and that was about it. If there was even a remote possibility of giving another try, we'd have had to clear the air sooner, instead of her deciding when it was convenient.