Darby's softball team played a far superior team tonight and it showed. Their shortstop and first baseman were so good in making plays that our top hitters were hitless most of the game. It wasn't until they were so far ahead and switch those positions to alternates that we even got any hits. We did score a couple runs eventually, but they were peebles in the ocean.
Just before the game, Darby was practicing sliding into a base (because she had botched a slide in a previous game) and she kept doing this both legs first, fall on her butt, and use the momentum type of slide that I just couldn't live with. So I was trying to explain to her how to slide and she either wasn't getting it or wanted to see me make a fool of myself (knowing that I wouldn't disappoint). So I said, no no, like this, and I threw my 31 year-old body for a maneuver it hadn't attempted in years, which may have been an erroneous decision. Not only did I tear the knee out of one of my newest pair of jeans, but I put a nice, modestly painful, strawberry on my knee as well. I hope no one else was watching.
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