Tuesday..

More rain.. will it ever break??


Soooo, back in 04 or something, you know, I start coming out to play. I had decided that I'd pick up the game again after 10 years of absence. I can't hit the ball worth crap, my legs are cramping up, I have utterly no depth perception, I can't hit. My first person I meet is Taj.. you know, he's running me all over the place and i'm gasping all over. I'm wondering then if it was the right decision to play, I have my doubts and I"m seriously reconsidering.

I try it again the next day.. yep, still can't hit the ball, though once in a while I get one over but not enough to convince me to stay. 6-pack comes up to me and challenges me to a set of singles.. mind you, I still can't hit, run or anythi8ng.. I say ok, what the hell I've seen him play. end of story he beets me for a buck or something maybe 5. Little did I know what I was getting into.. If you hear his story its at least 5 times for hundreds of dollars that he's won from me. A true Minnesota fish story if there ever was one.


RAIN..

Who would have guessed?