After another Tuesday night gone by, another loss followed me. Losing has seem to be a good friend of mine lately. We had supper together and conversed on maybe winning a game? With this question he spit the Culvers root beer all over my favorite Nike shirt and laughed hysterically. I stormed out infuriated telling him I'll show you, he grunted back and made a gun out of his hands and made a clicking sound shooting at me.
The game took place and after the first inning we were down 2-1. I smashed a line drive to right field getting a casual single. Then a team member hit me in after another walked. As we took the field to begin the next inning the unthinkable happened. The storm became stirred and conflict began, the thunder roared and they scored an unthinkable 11 runs in one freaking inning. I take blame for maybe 4 because my fielding skills were horrible today.
Next inning I tried to spur and kindle the fiery morale of my team by hitting a shell shocking homerun. Which gave hope to the poor homeless beggar man watching from the bleachers. But despite my attempt to rally back my team faltered behind, thus being slaughter ruled.
If we don't pick up soon there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth, all season long.
I need more BP.
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