J took me out to the softball fields to prepare me for my yearly attempt to not be the worst on my softball team. This gets harder each year as our crappy players quit. I am the last of the shitty to keep playing. But I am always the fifth woman and they need me. Even if I suck. Which I do.
But I am really trying y'all. I just run so very slow. So slow that icebergs pass me as I try to get to first. So I have to it it very far in order to get a single.
He pitched to me over and over. And he was sweet enough to not laugh at my shitty swings. I hit a few to the deeper outfield. I am almost to the point that I hit better than a fourth grader. Almost.
I just don't want to embarrass myself.
Such a lofty goal.
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