August 27, 2006

• I had a pretty busy weekend. Yesterday was filled with waiting for AC
  not to be fixed, but while I was waiting, I was on the phone like I was
  a fucking talent agent. See, I’m planning on playing Whirley Ball next
  weekend, so I had to book that but also make sure I have enough people.
  Last night, I played cards at Scott’s house. I had a rough first game,
  in fact, this guy Sean and I were the first 2 people out of the first
  game. As the night went on and while waiting for the other game to end,
  we had a small $5 game between Sean, Scott and me which I wound up
  winning. We then started the next game and lo and behold, Sean and I
  were now the last 2 standing, and he wound up beating me. Still, after
  paying for dinner and everything, all in all, I wound up being $4 up
  for the night.

  Today, was our family’s annual family reunion/picnic. For various
  reasons, a lot of people were unable to make it. We arrived about
  12:30ish. Early on, John and I played a game of touch football with
  some of our cousin’s kids, all of whom were around 11 or 12. I was
  acting really goofy calling plays in the huddle and when I would get to
  the line of scrimmage, I would call out all sorts of different things.
  For example, I would shout out car companies, US Presidents, various
  state capitals or other random things. Anywho, our team wound up
  winning.

  After football, we headed over for our annual softball game, which is
  always a big thing within our family. We actually had more kids playing
  than adults, which is rare for us. We played with a 14 inch ball. 
  Anywho, I started the game p pitching. We had a girl who was about, I
  don’t know, 9 or 10 catching. Anywho, there was a potential play at the
  plate, so I ran down to catch, as the girl……well, she really wasn’t
  paying a damn bit of attention. Anywho, one of my cousin’s kids, who
  must have been about 13, was rounding 3rd coming into score. I
  positioned myself in front of the plate, preparing to take the throw.
  Well, he gave me the Aj Pierzynski special, plowing into me before I
  even had the ball. He knocked me back a few feet, and I lost my balance
  and fell right the fuck over. I saw the ball laying in front of the
  plate and got up and said “I DIDN’T HAVE THE BALL, MAN!” ( I didn’t say
  bitch, because there were kids there) for those of you that don’t know,
  when Sox catcher Pierzynski ran over Cubs catcher Michael Barrett
  earlier this season, Barrett said “I DIDN’T HAVE THE BALL, BITCH!”
  before sucker punching him. I, however, didn’t retaliate with a punch,
  but instead, went back to pitching. Now, I know a 13 year old doesn’t
  sound that big, but I’m 5’6 135 lbs and he was about the same height,
  125 lbs.

  Later on in the game, I was moved to first base. My brother John hit a
  line drive to left field which dropped for a hit. I don’t know what the
  fuck the leftfielder was thinking, but for some reason, he guns it to
  first to try to get John. I was well off the bag at this point, so I
  saw the ball coming in and started to run over to first, my eye on the
  ball the whole time. I didn’t quite have a good idea of where first
  base was, and because I was focused on the ball, never saw John, who
  was running at full speed. I never saw him, instead just felt him run
  into me, hear everybody gasp, me leave my feet and land on the ground.
  I quickly jumped up and looked for the ball, but somebody else had
  grabbed it. The pitcher asked if I was ok, and answered yes. That was a
  half truth. Sure, I wasn’t bleeding or had anything broken, but to be
  honest, my entire left side was sore. I’m sure that I left my feet when
  I was hit, which was confirmed by a couple of other people. When I
  think about it, this had to be one of the harder hits I have taken, I
  can only remember a couple of harder hits when I used to play football
  with my friends in high school. Right now, my whole left side is sore
  and I have a slight headache. I’m thinking I’m really going to feel
  this tomorrow morning, in addition to the normal soreness I have after
  playing sports.

  After softball, we played some beanbags and whatnot. We headed home about 6:30 or so.

  That’s all for now, people, I’ve got shit to do.

  • 10:59 pm
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