Hello digital people. This kid is exhausted from the weekend — even though I was pretty good about my alcohol intake and getting enough rest. But a few days of softball can just take it out of you. Sensory overload. And, I took a hard-hit grounder to the knee so that smarts a little. But the highlight was turning a double play by tagging someone as they slid into the bag — particularly scary when it’s a 200 pound dude bearing down on you, then throwing their teammate out at 3rd. Oh, and also burning that dude who came in on my hit to center left. Nothing better than seeing someone jump up to catch a ball going over their head. Crack of the bat, 3 steps back man. That’s just fundamentals. We played well — we really are a great team and our 3rd string is a starting line-up for half the teams in the league — and are undefeated going into the 32-team final, single-elimination round. This tournament is always a chance to howl at the moon — for a lot of us I think, because if you’ve been an athlete your whole life and you’re growing older, it’s hard to just let that physical stuff go. Rage against the dying of the light and all that — so the bruises and mini-aches on Monday are totally worth it. Here are a few highlights from the weekend. They won’t be funny to you probably, but they’re making me laugh aloud as I write them:
“I’m not dark chocolate black, I’m a delicate butter pecan black.” That quote’s butchered a little but that’s the gist and it was hilarious.
We do this thing where we “make the turn” during the good game portion at the close of a game. We go through high-fiving the other team and “good gaming” them, then the lead person turns in the line and we go back through our own line and high-five each other. Here’s a picture of it after beating Miami of Ohio. Click to embiggen:
Anyway, during this particular game (the one pictured above), Corey and John and I, for some reason, just kept going in a three person turn in the middle of the field. It was ridiculous and hilarious and I was crying laughing. I don’t know why it struck me so funny. John was like, “Yeah, now I’m dizzy.” So awesome.
Apparently Wesley’s punishment for drinking too much beer and passing out at the end of day 1 was his murder. They boys told us Saturday night they left him in the bathtub with the water on a slow run. I thought that odd. Later they told us that what they actually left him was a note. Which made more sense.
How “I’d like to order a hotttt pocketttt” became “ho pocket” because of the silent “t,” discovered the day before over discussion of how the “t” at the end of the word a**hat should be emphasized. Yeah, I don’t know. There were jello shots involved.
Charles (sometimes referred to here as The Coach) very nearly hit a homerun over the fence. It’s all the work he’s been doing on his pecs. As it was, it ended up being a double because it hit the fence and bounced back in play. But it was lovely the way our dugout cheered and made him feel like an absolute hero. We love our Coach.
We have one player who’s in his 50s — and he still tears it up — but every time he does something tremendous — like in one game Sunday he pretty much had to stretch to keep from overrunning 3rd — the Coach says: “I like to stretch, and kick, cause I’m 50.” Because of this:
Had a marvelous conversation with an incredibly handsome former marine, current MBA student, who’s too young for me but GOOD GOD was he easy on the eyes. And a real smarty pants. He actually asked me what my favorite book of the Bible is, and it wasn’t even weird! It’s Sirach, by the way, one of the Catholic apocryphal books, and I hope he reads it because it really is good. Marieo, bring him around again, please…
Additionally, this weekend was all about boundaries for me. It’s nice to finally be in a place where I really don’t care what people think about it, I’m going to establish boundaries quickly and firmly and, if you don’t like it, you’re welcome to test other people’s patience. Because I’m far too experienced with people’s tendencies to justify their behavior away — but never actually apologize — and accept the justification as enough, knowing full well that all the justification isn’t going to change the way they ultimately behave so preparing for all that is also key. You should trust me, because I know. The one thing that still eludes me is how I end up being the bad guy for just establishing some boundaries that will determine how people treat me in the future. Drama drama drama drama…sigh. It bores me.
Alrighty then. I have some work that needs doing. So here’s some stuff and things:
Want to see…Joaquin Phoenix kills me with his weird vulnerability and sexiness. But you knew that.
Whoa. This is huge.
This was theme song for the weekend, thanks to Mack. We listened to it roughly a million times. It’s a great song. But the video is a bit edgy and strange. Sorry, that’s just how I feel about it. But Miley has some legit pipes.