What do you get when you combine three awesome people, a road trip to New Orleans, and softball? An Outlander full of awesome. That's what!

Last weekend Lindsey and I threw our gear and our favorite bear, texwriterbear , into Sister Autoimmaculata and hit the road to NOLA to play in the inaugural Bourbon Street Classic. Things we knew:

• We'd get to NOLA after ( Read more... )

Pete: Hey, isn't 'Milwaukee' an Indian name?
Alice Cooper: Yes, Pete, it is. In fact , it's pronounced "mill-e-wah-que" which is Algonquin for "the good land."

And so, as a Continental jet filled with athletes bound for the NAGAAA Gay Softball World Series descended into Milwaukee, I looked out the window at the patchwork of lush green fields and ( Read more... )

I know this is no surprise to my readership of eight, but I love softball. It's a most awesome game, and I seem to be passably good at it. By this, of course, I mean I look good in a uniform and manage not to get hit in the face with a ball that, ironically, is not soft. At all.

Last weekend, Lindsey and I packed up our gear, our friend Cindy, and ( Read more... )

After a long hot season of softball, including last week's freak rainout of a rainout make-up game, my team actually won the D Division championship. We're heading to Milwaukee to play in the Gay Softball World Series against other league's champions. I know, don't get me started on Milwaukee being a prized destination of fun and pleasure. Most ( Read more... )

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Memorial Day weekend means many things to many people. For some it's to pay homage to those who fought and died for our country. For others, it's to barbecue and drink. If you play in the Montrose Softball League, it's to play in the annual Lone Star Classic softball tournament. Both Lindsey's and my team ( Read more... )

The key to comedy, they say, is timing. I hate cliches, but I totally love it when life presents situations that prove them ( Read more... )

The interwebs are filled with all kinds of questionnaires in which you answer "A," "B," or "C" to determine how much of a man, woman, demon, geek, or...well, you get it. Some of these things are based mostly on stereotypes and partly in truth. Case in point? The Butch Quotient. Never heard of it? That's because I just made it up for my own evil ( Read more... )