Unless Darts, Cards, and Lady-Watching are a Sport My Husband’s Team Ain’t Athletic
by Allie on March 30, 2012
in Featured Stories,Humor,Just Keepin' It Real
The other day my husband came home with shouts of, “GUESS WHAT!?! We did it AGAIN!” To which I responded, “What…lose? You lost again?”
Unfortunately, I was right.
You see, my husband and some other guys from his work decided they’d get with the big guys and play softball (I still think that’s a girl’s sport). The only problem is that I’m pretty sure none of them play any kind of sport besides darts, cards, and lady-watching. They are a bunch of old farts trying to play against more experienced (and younger) players. They were destined to lose.
For instance so far the following has happened:
- Not catching balls rolling on the ground? Check.
- Getting out because they can’t run fast enough to base? Check.
- Pulling a muscle and then literally rolling to base because you can’t walk? Check.
- Having lots of fun and comparing your team to the Texas Rangers? Check. (funny, right?)
So far they have lost every.single.game. they’ve played. Maybe I should cut them some slack. After all, they are having fun and I think that (at this point anyway) is the point of them getting together every Wednesday and playing ball.
I still think my husband’s #33 shirt is a crack-up. Dude’s so old he can’t remember his age anymore.
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This May Have Been the Best Moment of My Life
by Allie on March 29, 2012
in Featured Stories,Humor,Just Keepin' It Real
My middle son turned eight years old recently. That means that he got to join our cub scout pack (LDS packs beat to the sound of another drum, I know). It was one of the best moments of my life.
Mostly because my husband got a cup of water dumped on his head.
That is all…
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