This year due to my legal troubles I get to play in the beer drinking league (isn't that ironic). I play for my favorite watering hole, so it goes to say there's not much talent on the team. Last night I got waved home from second on a single to center. The center fielder had a gun and nailed my at the plate. The catcher placed the tag right on my chops as I slid by and disrupted my slid so I ended up with a raw left elbow and a fat lip and the third out at the plate. We lost by three.
Oh and our team shirts are Tee's from themountain.com. I'm the white kitten, meow.
You better Dance, you better live, you better love with a sweet romance. While you still have the chance, I think you better Dance.