So,

Last night Brendo Frendo and I took to the softball field. I was asked to come and play with his employee team as a "ringer," ostensibly because they respect my athleticism, but more likely because I filled up necessary space.

Now, pretending I worked with Brendo was actually pretty easy, I just acted like myself if I were a little dumber and talked slower. Seriously, it was actually pretty fun.

Highlights:

- As a "non-essential" (i.e. not official) team member, I had to sit out a couple innings. This would have sucked except it meant I got to drink the lion's share of team beer and play with a very cute ten month old baby, who I'm pretty sure pooped on my shoulder.

- Superstar outfielder Matt was wearing no shoes. I asked if it hurt at all, to which he replied "naw, it feels greeeeeat" (Ed. Note - he was not Tony the Tiger). So I took my shoes off and you know what? It did hurt. A lot. But I didn't want to lose face so I played the whole game like that. Ouch.

- I popped out during one of my at bat's, and while coming off the field in obvious frustration was greeted by a ten year old who said "at least you didn't curse this time." I'm a good influence.

- I didn't injure my testicles at all. This sounds like a small feat, but for me a sporting event where no harm comes to my old friends is a good one.