baseball
Three hours of baseball is a lot of baseball to play. Six hours is inexplicably three times longer than that. This past weekend I managed to make a miraculous catch on diving line drive in the gap between 3 and short (I’ve never played 3rd base before) and then got out on an attempt to steal home on a past ball. That slide re-ripped my knee open. The first rip was shorts-clad slide into second at a softball game. I’m amazed out how much I hurt after these games. Next week is a double header. Forecast is 90 degrees. I am not stoked. oh yeah, we’re like 0-7.