em the athlete

I was merciless.

I was the pitcher, and I threw windmill style. Like a whirling dervish, but keenly focused, I mowed 'em down with hard strikes on the corners. One of the opposing team's players had the impertinence to smack a line drive up the center, but the finely-tuned em reflexes snagged the ball before it got past the mound. On my at-bat, I blasted a long ball to center field—a standing triple. We won't mention that I booted an easy grounder at third base with the bases loaded. Nevertheless, file Monday night's mother-daughter softball game in the Ws column.

Tuesday morning, my right arm fell off at the shoulder. This would not normally be a problem, but I'm also dragging my left leg behind me because a previously undiscovered leg muscle tore free of its mooring and rolled high up into the left em buttock, like a cheap window shade.

Did I say we won?

Comments

[Ron]

Well done!

er...I think.. and never mind about the arm and leg, you've got another one of each.

:-)

[Greavsie]

Not you as well.

It's bad enough with Softball Barbie gearing up for another National Competition.

[em]

ooo! can i pitch?

[Bob]

"I booted an easy grounder at third base with the bases loaded"?

That's not English. Admit it - you're making up the words!

[lou lou]

sounds like me after attempting windsurfing yet again
i'm sacking it now

[Little Blogger]

I remember the heady days of youth, when I cared not a jot for the numerous injuries I heaped upon myself due to my wanton abandon of the laws of gravity, propulsion, and common sense. Oh to be back in the construction site with my action man and GI Joe toys!

Those were the days.

Oh yeah, congratulations Em.

[Southern Bird]

Oh Em. The pain of victory. Was it really worth it? Really? Why in the name of the lord ... WHYYYYYYYyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!
Think of the children.

*sob*

*Bows and leaves*