I caught the soap in the shower today and you’d think I’d robbed a major leaguer of his record-breaking homerun. I went for it right handed, but it was wet and escaped my grasp. To my surprise my left hand had backed up the right and came up with the slippery prize. I instinctively looked around to see if anyone had seen this amazing feat. But alas, I was not in Shay Stadium in front of an adoring crowd but was standing naked and alone in my shower. Although I know and am actually somewhat grateful that my amazing catch won’t be televised on the sports recap shows of the great catches of the week, I can’t seem to stop thinking about it with absolute pride and wonder at what this old girl can still do.