Liberation and Post-Assholes Softball

So since I deleted my Facebook account I guess this incentivizes blogging? Or is it promulgating blogging? I could look up the definition, but the main point is that I've been reading too much climate change law that uses those words like 'the's and 'a's. Oh, and that I'm blogging instead of trying to capture my life in characters; I have whole thoughts! Liberation.

After a long week filled with elitism and the assholes that pay it tribute, egotistical dicks with insincere apologies, and goodbyes to someone I thought was there to stay in my life, I was about ready to collapse. INSTEAD, I played some fucking ball. Nothing rights a bad week like good ball. Even though we  get our asses kicked we, 1) have fun and make fun of each other; and 2) play to the best of our abilities. I'm not sure if it was the caffeine pill I took prior, or if I just knew I needed to kick ass tonight to say 'FUCK YOU' to all the pricks and disappointments. But I played in the outfield. They hit to me in the outfield, and I was 2 for 2! I killed that shit! The first one was a little questionable, but my height saved me. The second one was a nice easy basket in right-center. It's not a big field, but I'm not a sloth anymore either. I think I'm gonna give this outfielding thing a go. I've been waiting my whole life to finally have outfielding click for me, and tonight was that night. It was magic. I even played first base and had some gnarly stretches and catches. And my hitting! I think I was .800! Last week I was 0. And the first week I was .1000. I play two games here folks, which means lots of hitting. This is unreal. I mean, I've really changed. Everyone has always been polite and said I was a talented player, but I never saw it because what I wanted was consistency and quality. Well folks, say hello to Consistency. I might even be Consistency + or Consistency "with bite". I am routinely complimented on my hitting now, by teammates and opponents.

I may come from a place you can't envision, I may not have your credentials, I may not have the right body (perkiest DDs you'll ever meet, though), but I sure can play some fucking ball. That'll do for me.

This week is off to an excellent start. Wish I had someone to hit me fly balls for a few hours, but I guess beggars can't be choosers.

Ta.