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7.22.2002


it's the funniest thing playin on a church softball league...

first thing we do is get in a circle and pray... now, i know i'm catholic and all, but some of my friends aren't. it just seems so exclusive. stand in a circle and say our prayers, or you can't play our game. catholic churches always weird my friends out too... i used to wonder why until i actually got to compare it to other services. we're like a freakin cult! hum here, bow, sing, chant together... you are programmed from birth... and just to make sure you, they cycle through the same material every three years... what if a comedian or hollywood writer did that? how long would they last? (oh wait... sleepless in seattle, you've got mail... my bad)

anyways, so this church league i play on, tonite i go and my sister and i don't know really much of anyone else there. it's a bunch of fuckin jesus groupies and personally, i didn't plan to pay money to go for 2 hours every sunday and NOT be able to socialize with my sister while i played. everyone there knows we are sisters, and they fuckin pull that captain pick the team stuff and split us up. ah, but we are smarter than that. we said, yeah cmon, and both hauled ass to the dugout. when someone pointed it out we were like, huh, who, us? no, this is where we belong. and people actually got pissed. what are they expecting, us to bond over summer softball with them? who are they kidding.

and it's funny to watch how serious some of these people are about this joke of a game. the dopey pitcher who sit and practices to perfect his back spin pitch. all i want to do is knock that shit straight back down his throat. i'm serious. i've been practicing for years to hit it straight back at the pitcher. someone is going to bite it big time one of these days. i just hope it is mr. softball-boyscout kid. i'm out there to have fun, but at the same time i hate it when people fuck around and actually slow down the game. as if my aching muscles and slow-ass running weren't enough, i need some stupid kid fresh outta hs with their dumbass "look at me" games to really make me go these fuckin kids. and then it hits me how freakin old i'm gettin and i get even more pissed off... these fuckin kids.

but really its fun overall. i actually got a few hits tonite. granted, my shoulder hurts and i sucked ass pitching, but i did get on base and actually make it around to home a few times. that almost makes it worth while. what really did it for me was my sister and me doing our kamikazi fuck the system and playing on the same team. it just makes it all worth it.

but i do wish i'd knocked that fuckin pitchers head off.

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posted by megs at 02:48


 
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