So I thought that we couldn't lose any worse than we already had this year, but I was mistaken. We forfeited due to the fact that only 6 people on our team showed up, an all new low. We scrimaged instead, and of course I had my best day at the plate going 2-3 with three rbis. Needless to say I will be 0-3 tonight, probably with multiple ks.
This is our last game of the season, so I don't feel particularly bad about writing some more baseball. Actually, I seem to have been blessed with an almost complete lack of guilty conscience. This balances me nicely with the gf, who feels guilty for just about everything. For instance, anytime the dogface wants something, she's getting it, and right quick. Anytime the dogface wants something from me, it better be a necessity for life, or it's only coming at my convenience. Unless what the dogface wants from me is to take a nap on the couch, in which case I am usually more than willing to help out.
Forecast for this evening:
Last day of baseball? 75% chance of cheap beer, and I'm going out on a limb to say: 50% chance of a win. The team we're playing is worse than us usually, but there's always the chance we're not going to have enough people.
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