May 26, 2008

• Yesterday Rene through a baby shower for her son Tony and his expectant girlfriend Annie. As you all know, our group of friend’s usually never does anything conventional or normal  and this was not any different. Sure, a baby shower sounds like a total chick-a-fied kind of thing, but this was only just an excuse to have a party. It was pretty much just a summer bbq that anybody would have during Memorial Day weekend. The only difference was that she got a bunch of gifts, which I didn’t even go downstairs to watch. Sure, there were games that we played, but it was games of beanbags, basketball and Guitar Hero instead of guessing how big her belly was or anything else like that.

  The party started at 2 in the pm and as usual I was the first one there, which was a lot easier for me to be the first one since Randy did not go. Hell, I even beat Tony and Annie there. The first game of bag I played was Mark and I against Tony and his friend Chuck. Rene thinks Tony and Chuck are the shit at beanbags but Mark and I have a habit of always handing out an ass whipping or 6 to them when we play. That being said, this was the first time I have played bags since September and it showed, we got our asses kicked. In fact, I got my ass handed to me for quite some time until towards the end of the night when somehow Mark and I wound up on the same team and we wound up going undefeated the rest of the night.

  As for the rest of the party, it was a pretty good time. At one point, I was pulling Addison, Nate and Izzy around the yard in their wagon. This put Nate to sleep and it was funny as hell, his head was bouncing back and forth with his eyes closed as I pulled the wagon. It was adorably funny. Annie’s siblings and mom were there as well. She has an 18 year old brother who is cute and very good at Guitar Hero. I asked him if he was good enough to carry my coat tails while we played “Bulls On Parade”.  He said that he might be, but as it turned out his greatness was no match for my crappiness. I was so bad we didn’t even make it to the lyrics. We played several times and the best we got was 11%. I kick ass at sucking ass!

  We were expecting some pretty heavy storms last night. It had been lightening out for the better part of 2 hours before I left about 1:15ish. I got home and went online to see that we had a severe thunderstorm warning. By 1:50 in the am it was raining. Shortly after 2, there was a torrential downpour. I went to bed shortly thereafter and as I lay in bed listening to the rain pour down, I thought that this could not possibly be good for our Memorial Day baseball game. I got up shortly after 9 this morning and headed to the park to check the field conditions. Turns out it was playable.

  I went back home and had Mark over for breakfast. After eating and taking care of a few things around the house, we headed to the park for our usual noon thirty start time. Even though we were there about 15 minutes early, there were actually quite a few people already there. By 12:45 we actually had teams picked and were ready to play. This never happens, usually we don’t get started until closer to 1 and most of the time, even later. As usual, Mark and I were captains and picked teams. I thought I was picking a halfway decent team. THOUGHT I was. Well, turns out that was not the case. We couldn’t catch. Or throw. Or hit. Or run the bases properly. Actually, come to think of it most of the guys on my team had a hard enough time standing, walking and not falling down. One could have mistaken them for a bunch of drunks and in the case of one of my players, he was actually pretty damn hung over. By the time it got to the 9th inning, we were getting smoked. We scored 10 runs in the 9th and still lost by 13. Now keep in mind this is just your typical run of the mill pick up, slow pitch baseball game. We usually have a lot of errors and tons of runs. Today we also had tons of people, so many that we had 6 outfielders, not that it mattered. And I don’t want to make it seem like I was good, because I certainly made my fair share of errors, both fielding and throwing. I only got on base once in 5 at bats and even that was not a real hit as the rightfielder missed a fly ball. My hardest hit of the afternoon was after I borrowed somebody else’s bat. The guy told me it was a nice bat and has a lot of pop. I proceeded to smoke a rocked of a line drive right back to Keith who was pitching. Unfortunately for me, his cat quick reflexes allowed him to reach his glove out to his left side and catch it for an out. Unfortunately for him, even with the glove it still left him with a minor bruise on his hand. All in all, the game was a disaster for us……………….although my short stop was fucking hot!

  After the game, some of us went back to our house to bbq and hang out. I talked to my neighbor for a little bit and found out that he went to the Cubs game in Pittsburgh this past weekend. He is just as big of a Cub fan as we are so I was excited to hear all about his trip.

  Fuck, I’m kinda worn out. That’s all for now.

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