Today at the end of dodgeball, I was standing over the line in the "I've gotten out" section, minding my own business, when I got pegged in the balls. The guy hadn't known I was out. Shithead. And then he didn't even look over and acknowledge his fault, or the fact that he pegged me in the balls.
What a perfect metaphor for the Dodgeball season. Thank god it's over.
A record of 0-7-1. Games held so far away that it might as well be driving down to DC and it's impossible for me to make a 6:15 game on time. A team of eight people when ten is a full team and no one can ever make it every week. My Thursday nights taken up every single week.
With the end of wiffleball and dodgeball leagues, my schedule is opening up a little now. I'm going to celebrate by getting drunk at Brewer's Art tomorrow.
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I strongly suggest that you fill the athletic void in your life by coming out to Wyman Park on Saturday and playing kickball with me and Fool and a bevy of others. 2pm to 5pm. Good times are guaranteed.
I, too, am glad to see dodgeball come to an end. It was fun, but being a down teammates or not having enough girls pretty much sucked.
Oh well. Another time.
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