The unthinkable has happened. The irresistible force has been resisted. The immovable object has been moved.
The 11 game win streak for the Monday night softball team has come to an end. In gut-wrenching fashion too.
With 2 outs and a man on third, the opposing team needed only one run to win the game. A one-hopper to our left fielder (FIS) should have easily scored the wining run, but these jackasses were being all nonchalant and shit. So FIS fires the ball home and has the guy out by a mile.
And the damn catcher dropped the ball! Would've ended the inning and given us another chance to come back.
Oh well, these things happen.
You can't win 'em all I guess.
Doesn't bother me at all. no really I'm not mad. really. I'll get over it.
We've still got an undefeated team on Wednesday nights.
Also, FOOTBALL IS BACK!!!
I know it's only preseason, but damn it's good to see the game I love being played again.
It's the most wonderful time of the year....
And now, boys and girls, it's story time:
The Horse, the Harley, and the Chicken
On the farm lived a chicken and a horse, both of whom loved to play together. One day the two were playing, when the horse fell into a bog and began to sink. Scared for his life, the horse whinnied for the chicken to go get the farmer for help!>
Off the chicken ran, back to the farm. Arriving at the farm, he searched and searched for the farmer, but to no avail, for he had gone to town with the only tractor. Running around, the chicken spied the farmer's new Harley. Finding the keys in the ignition, the chicken sped off with a length of rope hoping he still had time to save his friend's life.>
Back at the bog, the horse was surprised, but happy, to see the chicken arrive on the shiny Harley, and he managed to get a hold of the loop of rope the chicken tossed to him. After tying the other end to the rear bumper of the farmer's bike, the chicken then drove slowly forward and, with the aid of the powerful bike, rescued the horse!!
Happy and proud, the chicken rode the Harley back to the farmhouse and the farmer was none the wiser when he returned. The friendship between the two animals was cemented: Best Buddies, BestPals.>
A few weeks later, the chicken fell into a mudpit, and soon, he too, began to sink and cried out to the horse to save his life! The horse thought a moment, walked over, and straddled the large puddle. Looking underneath, he told the chicken to grab his hangy-down thing and he would then lift him out of the pit. The chicken gota good grip, and the horse pulled him up and out, saving his life.
The moral of the story? (yep, there's a moral!) "When You're Hung Like A Horse, You Don't Need A Harley To Pick Up Chicks!"
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