Self flagellation

Okay, if I'm going to preach like K-Lo at The Corner, then I need to be a relentless poster like K-Lo (check out The Corner for a reference point). This evening was the first softball practice of the season, and that was followed by teammates swilling a couple of cold beverages afterwards. Last year we were a pretty solid ball club, finishing second in a pretty high level league. So far this year, we have 9 guys. We are still in the same tough league. All I can say is that I'm glad I'm not an outfielder-those guys are going to need to be marathon runners.

Heh. If you are a stud softball player looking for a team in the 76 square miles surrounded by reality, send me a note. Please!

Pathetic softball bleg over.