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We'll Bring Out The Gay Bats Next Week
Jan. 29th, 2006 11:40 pmToday I went out with Chris to his gay softball team's first practice of the season. I know he's trying to get me to join, but so far I'm not so sure. I'm not much of an athlete, as you might guess, and just going after gay softballs that were not caught had me thinking, why am I putting out this effort? I guess I'm just a man of leisure.
Still, I know Chris likes the gay softball, and I may at least keep score, since it's a skill I actually have from watching too much of it in the past. In fact, I learned to keep score when I was in the press box at the Astrodome, interviewing players back in college. the closest I'd really ever gotten to playing was being hit in the head by a batting practice ball hit by Jose Cruz.
Well, that's not entirely true, I did play a few games back in summer camp (a few years of YMCA camp, and another couple of years in Methodist Indoctrination Camp near Palestine, TX) when I was forced to do so. I call those years the worst summers of my life. The longest was a month long camping experience where I was accused, and got an award for showering with this girl named Amy. Hell, I tried to shower when no one else was looking, so scared for someone seeing me naked, I was.
Still, I played some softball at camp, and then in college there was the great games between the Tubads and the trombone section. I remember catching for one of those games, and was dubbed the worst catcher of all time (which is still true today). Still, I did have a hit that brought a run in.
I'll have to think about it. I'm still trying to figure out what my work commitment will be once I'm out of training, especially since we've been told that there is a lot of overtime done on saturdays. I'm not sure what my commitment will be once things get going, so I'm not sure I want to say yes to a lot things, like gay softball, or the chorale.
After being rebuffed by the oil change guys for coming to late to get the car's first oil change, we ran over to Dillards to take advantage on their clearance sale, then we got ready to watch some television at Matty's (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mattycub) apartment. We watched episodes of Project Runway, Lost and Battlestar Gallactica, but really, it wasn't a lot of excitement this week. I think it was more interesting talking comics with Richard (dedagda) and Chris (amboy00). Kenny (kennydoug71) was somewhat silent (except for the space whore on BSG), probably since he has to see half of Runway.
Due to majority rule, I was forced to eat chinese food, some year of the dog thing, I guess. I had some sesame chicken, being deemed low enough on the veggie scale to be tolerable, but the broccoli on the side of the tin was kind of menacing. Luckily Chris took it away, and I was safe to play gay softball another day.
Still, I know Chris likes the gay softball, and I may at least keep score, since it's a skill I actually have from watching too much of it in the past. In fact, I learned to keep score when I was in the press box at the Astrodome, interviewing players back in college. the closest I'd really ever gotten to playing was being hit in the head by a batting practice ball hit by Jose Cruz.
Well, that's not entirely true, I did play a few games back in summer camp (a few years of YMCA camp, and another couple of years in Methodist Indoctrination Camp near Palestine, TX) when I was forced to do so. I call those years the worst summers of my life. The longest was a month long camping experience where I was accused, and got an award for showering with this girl named Amy. Hell, I tried to shower when no one else was looking, so scared for someone seeing me naked, I was.
Still, I played some softball at camp, and then in college there was the great games between the Tubads and the trombone section. I remember catching for one of those games, and was dubbed the worst catcher of all time (which is still true today). Still, I did have a hit that brought a run in.
I'll have to think about it. I'm still trying to figure out what my work commitment will be once I'm out of training, especially since we've been told that there is a lot of overtime done on saturdays. I'm not sure what my commitment will be once things get going, so I'm not sure I want to say yes to a lot things, like gay softball, or the chorale.
After being rebuffed by the oil change guys for coming to late to get the car's first oil change, we ran over to Dillards to take advantage on their clearance sale, then we got ready to watch some television at Matty's (
mattycub) apartment. We watched episodes of Project Runway, Lost and Battlestar Gallactica, but really, it wasn't a lot of excitement this week. I think it was more interesting talking comics with Richard (dedagda) and Chris (amboy00). Kenny (kennydoug71) was somewhat silent (except for the space whore on BSG), probably since he has to see half of Runway.Due to majority rule, I was forced to eat chinese food, some year of the dog thing, I guess. I had some sesame chicken, being deemed low enough on the veggie scale to be tolerable, but the broccoli on the side of the tin was kind of menacing. Luckily Chris took it away, and I was safe to play gay softball another day.
