Again, picture is saved from ihasahotdog dot com.... There are days when I wish that I could walk into our closet to never return because I found Narnia (or some semblance thereof).
Our make-up game went smashingly! We won 29-4 (or 5, we kind of lost count). I played third the whole game and I think only one actually came my way. No worries, though.
My first at bat...strike on the mat. Ball. Strike out swinging (almost like I was swingin at a freakin' pinata!). CONNECTION on the fourth pitch. Rounded first and went to second. Paused a bit on second and Jason hollered at me to come three. Triple (and of course it figured that there was no one on base when I hit so lovely)!
Got made fun of a bit. Apparently my word is 'nice.' It's easy to yell, takes less time than 'good job' or 'way to go, ladies.' Young'uns...what can you do with them?
Will post more later.