Friday nights, for as long as I can remember, Dewy and I are at the gym where he plays basketball in a league. I do enjoy going, and often find great entertainment while watching the game. Last weeks show was the lady bug man.
Usually I sit alone, this league however I have some company. Two of the lads on Dewy's team are dating my friends, and as such we have found ourselves sitting together on the stone cold bleechers cheering our men on. We have started a club we like to call the FNL Fans, and I am in charge of making T-shirts (so not happening). Anyway... last week our team played a clan of middle aged men. It was worse than church ball. Literally. We--Lindy, Tara, and I--quickly nominated our favorite player on the other team and gave him the name of lady bug. He was small and round and clad in a red jersey, and at one point he was hunched over protecting the ball with all he had and he looked exactly like said insect. I giggled. Profusely. He was your typical go-getter and I had to give him props for hustle. What a little champ.
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