Welp, looks like the invisible thief strikes again! I have a routine after every softball game. I take off my cleats, grab by mit, bat, gloves, and cleats and throw all of it in the trunk of my little tin can Hyundai. Said routine is accomplished religiously so I never have to exercise a brain cell and wonder if I have everything I need to play. Tonight I ran into a slight problem.
I worked all day and I had a game at seven tonight. Unfortunately I didn't leave the office until about 7:10 therefore I had to haul ace to get home and change and get my overweight behind to the park. Good news is I made record time changing clothes and getting to the game, bad news is my cleats have miraculously gone missing. Cripes.
What else can I do but run up to my team who is losing and beg forgiveness? Sometimes I wish I wasn't so obnoxious. Every week I let myself run my mouth harrassing the men on my team. When I came running up barefoot I couldn't get them all to shut it. In desperation I ran to the crown and borrowed a girls tennis shoes that were 2 sizes too big. I looked like a dweeb.
Needless to say we lost the game, I fouled out, and I may have caught some sort of foot fungus... I'm not sure. Boo.
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