As regular readers probably know, I try to attend the noon Latin Mass as often as possible these days.  It’s an hour and a half punctuated by quite a bit of kneeling, the highlight of which comes during Communion which, in my church, is performed at a marble-floored altar.

These days, as soon as Mass is done, I have to nip home, throw on some old clothes, and take the eldest gel off to pitching camp at one of the local schools.  Because we are getting into the colder weather, the camp takes place in the school gym.  At this particular camp, parents are expected to act as catchers to their offspring, so ol’ Dad has to go through another hour of kneeling, this time on a hardwood floor.

I can attest that when a ball goes high or wide and the catcher has to lunge for it, coming down on said hardwood floor full on the knees, it makes a most interesting bang!  Today, the friction of said coming down between knee-cap and jeans also managed to draw a goodish bit of blood.

On behalf of my poor knees, all I can say is yeeee-owitch!