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Holy Schnikes, I'm sore.The wiffleball tourney was a smashing success as we had a ball. We only won one game however as we finished 1-2. But we didn't finish last so that's all that matters.
I learned you use different muscles to play wiffleball than you do to play softball. I wasn't the only one looking like I was 85 and getting out of bed for the first time on Sunday morning before our game.
We lost our first, won our second, then lost to some high school pricks who were taking it too seriously. My sister was almost mad enough to take one out with a forearm shiver. The one kid said "I'm just playin' ball," kind of like he was thinking this was baseball. Next year, we're going to practice!
posted by Rusty @ 8:14 AM
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