Thursday, March 02, 2006

wiffle ball

Some of you may recall when I tore a muscle in my shoulder a couple years ago while diving for a foul ball in a friendly backyard barbeque game of Home Run Derby. That I made the catch for the third out is not important. What is important is that I should have learned the lesson that wiffle ball is just a game and not something worth fucking up your shoulder for a couple years over. That catch isn't going to get you on the little league team. Well, I think I took that lesson to heart and tried to keep it light and not injure myself this past weekend when I found myself in a friendly game out in the Happy Valley.

But I still like to win. As you can see, I am a fearsome pitcher:



with many tricky arm angles:



this is what it looks like when you crowd the plate on me:



and this is what it looks like when you clock a dinger off me on the next pitch:



Hey, it's just a game. right?

fuck.


(pictures courtesy of C-Mac)

2 comments:

Brian said...

Whos up for some serious wiffler action starting around say July? This guy!

Dan said...

I'll bring the sling.