The semi-final game for my softball team is tomorrow night. Winner goes on to the championship game and gets the chance to win a ridiculously big trophy. While the loser, LOSES... duh...
As trivial as it may sound, I want the damn trophy. As I get older, stupid shit like trophies start to mean something to me as I strain to grasp that last breath of my athletic prowess. Granted, I am not old, and I will run forever... But the sports that require coordination are always the first to go... So tomorrow night, I will (insert sports cliche here) "leave it all on the field"... and by doing so become a No Fear T-shirt... because
SECOND PLACE IS FIRST LOSER!!!
and
HE WHO DIES WITH THE MOST TOYS STILL DIES...
(I always hated those shirts, but let me have my testosterone moment)
And just so it's clear, the game face is on....
2 comments:
Seriously, i think you have substituted booze for blogs. This man is addicted. And I love every minute of it. Cheers to a more frequent blogger than I.
Whatever gets me through the day... I actually just like to write alot... and am bored alot...
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