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7.14.2005put me in, coach
i went to see a new haven county cutters game last night. a friend of mine had free tickets, so why not go, right? plus, they were first row right behind home plate.
well, a couple of beers into the game, some guy comes up to us and says, "hey guys, would you be interested in participating in a game between innings?" now, normally, if not under the influence of frosty beverages, we probably would have declined. but seeing as how there was a total of about 125 people at the game (it was an unscheduled game with a possibility of thunderstorms) we figured we would only embarrass ourselves slightly. so, after chugging another beer, we were those drunk idiots hopping in potato sacks, spinning around wiffle ball bats, and diving through inner tubes. it was a heated race, as they started the gun before my last foot was in the sack. already i was behind. i was catching up until i took one big jump too many and fell. oh no! my determination forced me to perservere, though, as i got back up and made it to the bat. i knew this is where i would have to win it. with all the grace of a special olympics kid chasing a dog chasing it's own tail, i circumgyrated my way around the wiffle ball bat several times when i heard a man say, "green shirt you can go!" i was just two inner tubes away from victory. but with my equilibrium shattered, and my jumbo hot dog about to reintroduce itself into the world, i needed to focus. i made a bee-line for the first inner tube (by "bee-line" i mean my mind wanted to go straight, but my body wanted to go left). a head first dive and a little luck let me go right through the first tube without any difficulty. it was then, like michael moore downing a triple cheeseburger, that i knew i was in the zone. i breezed through the second tube and emerged to cross the finish line victorious. i'm not really sure how i won, but, apparently, my friend realized too late that it's usually best to get out of the potato sack before you try and spin around the bat. it's all about the strategy. so, who's next?? i welcome all takers... Labels: Baseball, Drinking, Victory is Mine |
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