Well, I dragged my slightly crippled ass to the ball tournament and kept the bench as dry as I could for the real athletes on the team. I still don’t understand how we got a fourth game, but we did, and that’s all that matters. I didn’t get to see the final game, but I was there in spirit (which, incidentally, is usually better than when I show up), and I still get to go to the dance later, so yay for me. I am going to be the designated driver tonight, and try to present myself in a respectable manner. This is a new endeavour, so wish me luck. I was able to resist beer, jello shots and pregnant gummy worms, so I should be able to make it through the night nursing a beer or two.I’m actually looking forward to hanging with the gang tonight. Sure we knock back a couple after the games, but most of them were well on their way to being shitfaced when I left at 2:00 pm, I shudder to think about how fun those bastards are going to be by 8 or so.
I used to play ball a lot when I was young, and enjoyed the hell out of it, but when I started driving truck, I couldn’t commit to any specific times during the week, so I didn’t play anymore. We actually lucked out this year, by finding a very fun and cool group of people, that coincidentally, play on Sunday nights, and don’t give a shit if we win or lose. That’s our kind of crowd, and our kind of schedule. I can’t wait to barrel roll for you bastards next year.
GO STRAY CATS GO
Please don’t let Kenny drive,