Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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I grew up wanting to play softball. I used to watch my dad play monday & wednesday nights. 'Watching' meant glancing over in between our games of pickle. Anyway, softball is fun. Like anything, it has it's down moments. That is usually not monday nights, they are fun. For the last month or so, the church team has been playing on monday nights in the mens league. Recently, we've had injuries popping up but nevertheless we've been able to field a team. The team we played last night had 2 girls on it. The Pasty informed me that he knew them & one plays for UNR & the other is a senior in high school. They had game. One hit the ball harder than some of the guys on her team. One of the girls was playing first base. She did this in fairly short shorts. After about the third time she stretched to make a play, one of the old guys on our team objected & didn't think it was fair that she do gymnastics in front of our dugout. Obviously...funny. We ended up forcing extra innings & won in the bottom of the eighth, 10-9. 4 games in & we've already exceeded our win total from last year...