I’m sitting at my house right now, waiting to head to the local YMCA to play softball against a bunch of wannabe major leaguers. They all show up with baseball pants, batting/sliding gloves, and of course knee braces. The most irritating part to me is that guys actually take walks in a recreational, ‘just for fun’, softball league. They’ll actually stand up there and look at 4 or more pitches while I stand in the field waiting for some action. In softball, the ball takes so damn long to get to the plate, you can adjust to hit anything really. Just get your ass up there, swing the bat, and lets get this game moving. It really drives me nuts, but I’m pretty sure that’s usually because we are getting our ass beat by these dudes.

Sorry to spew that venom towards all the Roy Hobbs’ out there, but I’m a little bit riled up after my drive out here still. I might have gotten into it with a senior on the road, but I’m not concerned about his age. When it comes to driving, anybody is fair game. I’ve got to get to the game right now, but tune in tomorrow at 12pm and I’ll share the details about me nearly getting out of the car to handle an elderly man on the Stevenson.