Sunday, April 22, 2007

DESIGNATED HITTER

I played whiffle ball yesterday for the first time in over a year. My boys (the straight ones, that is) and I have been playing for several years and it's really the only time we can all get together and hang out.

The field we play at is located out in the 'burbs in the backyard of my friends parents place. For ten years the field has steadily improved to the point where now there's a sincere fence in along the outfield, a warning track, lights for the night games and a scoreboard. Ivy was just planted so it's more or less a miniature version of Wrigley Field. It rocks.

One of my friends remarked how year after year the world keeps getting more and more fucked up but the whiffle ball field gets nicer and nicer. It's our sanctuary of sorts.

Back to the game(s), we don't fuck around. Some of you may have played whiffle ball as kids, but as adults, we throw down. We have a rulebook and everything. One of our pitchers dislocated his right shoulder once and at least 2 guys needed stitches at some point. It's a lot of fun.

Since I arrived a little late and we had an odd number of players I was selected to be the DH for the first game. I'm proud to state that I hit a 3 run homer (with 2 outs no less!) and added 4 RBI's to the board.

After hitting the gym yesterday morning, playing 2 games of whiffle and walking 20 blocks home last night my body is sore as hell.

2 comments:

Hamilton said...

Sounds like a lot of fun... except,

"One of our pitchers dislocated his right shoulder once and at least 2 guys needed stitches at some point. It's a lot of fun." I will let the sentence speak for itself.

JUSTIN said...

Haha...I should clarify, sometimes it's perhaps too much fun.