3 strikes--you're out! (or in softball it's 2 strikes)

Recently, you would have found Tim and I helping out Sabrina's (Tim's brother-Tad's wife) work softball team on Wednesday nights. However, I believe we have lost for good this week. Our team (I really shouldn't be including myself in the "our" part, because I only play when there aren't enough girls from the law firm to play) lost the game on Wednesday 29 to 25. It was the final game before the championships and unfortunately for the team I had to play due to a lack of females and an abundance of pregnant women that couldn't play. However, I didn't bring any running shoes and was forced to play in my flip flops. I actually scored 2 points (I was calling them goals and then later the boys were making fun of me---I really don't know softball language), but that was not enough to pull us through. It was quite comical to watch me play catcher (and I can't even catch a ball). In fact, at one point someone threw the ball to home base to get someone out and I hid my head with my glove and yelled "I'm not even going to try to catch that". The ump was laughing so hard at me and told me that in all of his years of umping, he had never been so entertained. In a nutshell, I'm sure he thought I was the ditziest girl there ever was. Needless to say, all of this playing has inspired me to try and get my workplace to start up our own softball team. We'll see how things go, maybe we'll be playing Sabrina's team in the championships next year. Sabrina-this blog was my attempt of an apology for the lousy playing--please relay the message to your co-workers. :)