Funny story, I moved back to Iowa from out of state about eleven years ago and I was 30 pounds lighter and in my post HS athletic prime. I was on a work softball team and we were awful. A buddy of mine was on a good team down at the old edgewater park in coralville and I tried like hell to get on it but their roster was full. Finally about 2/3 through the season they needed an extra player and I got the call.
I popped up my first at bat, hit into a double play my second, but in my third with two on I hit a ball over the right center field fence, and over the grass bank behind it, and over the street behind it, and over the cars parked on the gravel shoulder behind it... It probably went 360+. It was one of those swings where everything felt perfect, like I didn't even swing hard, and I didn't even feel the ball hit the bat, and the ball got really small really fast... like a golf ball.
Anyway I was in complete shock that I hit a softball that far, and so I just act like it was no big deal... except in my haste to act like I've done that before I completely forgot to touch home plate and the catcher saw and appealed when I went into the dugout.
Cool Story Bro.
