Rrrrrrrrr!
It's Talk Like a Pirate Day.
Just click here if you're a skeptic and need to know WHY you should talk like a pirate today. My friend Carole sent me this yesterday, in preparation for today's festivities:
My favorite part? The "avast" key! Yargh, it be good fun, it be.
In non-pirate news, I have another softball game tonight. I don't really have the option of not going, since co-ed teams are always short on girls (though luckily we haven't had to forfeit any games this year because of not enough girls... though it's been close)
Ben tried making a comeback last Wednesday and did a nice job pitching. He can't throw overhand because of an old shoulder dislocation problem (what a baby, I know) so pitching is really the best spot for him. And he has really perfected his underhand throw to first base... so much so that when he threw someone out, a guy from the other team's dugout said (loud enough for me to hear at second base) "Wow! Did you SEE that guy's underhand?!?"
And then, while at bat, Ben re-injured his quad muscle while running to first base. He didn't fight too much when I made him give up the base to a base runner (who scored a run, which Ben could have done if his leg wasn't bum). I had already told him that I wasn't going to spend another evening at the emergency room... that if he injured himself again, I would only drive him to the hospital and mayve pick him up when he was done. Luckily for him, he didn't need to go to the hospital again.
Meanwhile, I played with sheer mediocrity at second base. But I generally have fun, so at least there's that!
We have a double-header tonight at 6, and then the last double-header of the season next week. Playoffs are in October, but we're the last team in the league right now... so I doubt we'll play in them. The teams we play against are mostly there to have fun, which is different from the league we used to play in Cincinnati. Last week was the most fun we've had, because the team we played against was first in the league... so they didn't have to play very hard and totally weren't jerks about it. If I were on a winning team, that's how I'd be, too.
I hear my inner voice telling me to go to work again. Damn voice. But at least today it's saying "Get yer booty to work! And smartly, me lass!"
Rrrrrrrr!
