Dancing as Fast as I Can

Ah the victory dance begins. The Flowerville Wildcats win our first two softball games. And your handy dandy gay stand up comic was on his knees for both games (as the catcher).

Game 1:
We played the Center Fielders, the majority of whom did not play last year. Why you might ask? Well last years league was full of "drama" and it left most players swearing that they wouldn't play in this league again. That being said, the team did have a few players from the prior year.

Most eventful moments of the game have to be when Fernando is playing. This man has never played baseball or softball in his life...yet he is a complete natural. It's actually scary how good he is. We had a man on 2nd, and a man on 3rd, when Fernando was at bat. He hit the ball into Right field (he bats left), and this is where he is amazing. The man on second had not yet made it to third, and Fernando was already crossing 2nd base. Fernando is FAST! I have rarely seen a person move that quickly, and most of our team is now afraid to have him running behind them as he could easily mow you over.

Game 2: Twisted Sisters
Ok...when I'm playing catcher, I talk a lot. It's part of the fun, and you put me on my knees in front of gay man after gay man and I'm gonna make comments. And of course, my comments are suggestive. My favorite was:

"Enie meany miney moan,
How many of you twist boys can I take home.
I'll tie you up, and do the things you like
and all you have to do is strike."

Funny...this actually worked.

Highlights of the game were Fernando catching a ball with his crotch (I said he was good...taking one for the team!), Bob doing a dance between first and second and still making it on base, and Lisa making the hit that brought me home and allowed us to win the game.

Post game: Beer...a formidable opponent. For some reason, everyone was very generous, buying me beers by the gallon. Now you get enough beer in me, and I will do some crazy things (like kissing the nipples of one of the twisted sister's...whichever one that was). I will never live this one down. Drunk and horny...never pretty.

Today...well my hair even hurts. I think I need to nurse this hangover a bit more and have anther cup of coffee.

I was going to write my thoughts about Regan dying...but I think I just going to let that sleeping dog lie. Some demons are better left asleep.