I took some pictures today, figuring I knew that I wouldn't feel up to posting something gigantic. And I'm not. We had another softball game this afternoon, and even though I played for about...3½ minutes, I'm still wiped from having to spend the entire game on my feet (and add that up to my day and school, and it's cause for exhaustion). My 3½ minutes in the spotlight was when my coach decided that we were losing bad enough (We lost 17-10 or something like that) that it wouldn't do any harm to put the Junior Varsity Princess (aka moi, if you're that thick) into the game. The batter's box, to be precise. I guess I wasn't good enough to defend the field. :( Whatever. So, I must've been a lot more nervous than I thought I was, because everyone kept telling me to relax. I didn't feel nervous, but when I struck out (I went down swingin', ya bastards!) and returned to the dugout, I realized that my hands were shaking. Well, here are the pictures.....
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With my senseless ramblings (diminished in size a tad, but senseless nonetheless) in tow.
And I just felt it was necessary to confess that I feel your pain.
It hurts like an arrow in the arse.
Twenty-four-seven only sounds like enough time.
Anyway, your post, since it is similar to my most recent one, deserves a standing ovation, perhaps...?
=P
Awesome blog, as always.
Keep at it!
=)