A new meaning of the word "softball"

I was in a small village with cobblestone roads searching for my coworkers because we were on a work-related retreat and I had to find them for the softball game. I'd designed t-shirt uniforms for us to wear - black with silver or gold writing, I'm not entirely sure - so I stopped in to the store I'd ordered them from to pick them up. The owner of the store showed me one and I told him it looked great and thanked him for his hard work. When I left the shop, I immediately went to the softball field thinking that they were all there; I found them all there (I didn't recognize anyone from real life, though), waiting for me. Somehow I'd gotten my wires crossed and didn't realize that I was supposed to meet them there. Also, somehow they all had the uniform on except for me - I was wearing jeans and a white/navy baseball shirt. I picked up my infielder's glove and ran out to the pitcher's mound, where the umpire and other team's captain were waiting for me. As I jogged to the mound, I realized my glove was so dry that it was cracking; I wondered how that happened, how I allowed that to happen, as the umpire went over the lines, etc. Then the umpire went to drop the softball into my glove and I almost missed it because my glove could barely open, but I caught it and looked at it. The softball was covered in long, white animal fur.