Number of years Dan and I have been together: 4
Number of years Dan has played on his office softball team: 3
Number of games he has invited me to: All
Number of games I have attended: 0
😐
So, tonight’s plan is to change this shameful number from 0 to 1 (most of the effort is coming from a deep hope that the game will be followed with a stop somewhere for a chocolaty treat). Dan’s team is playing close to home and the Humph and I will head over and cheer as loud as we can…which may lead Dan to change his mind about wanting us there in the future. Brilliant.
Oh wait…he reads this. Damn.
Shannen - We went. We saw. We had and excellent time. (Watched a guy on Dan’s team get hit smackdab on the bridge of his nose with a softball causing blood to come rushing down. A first for me…and Humph, I suppose.)
We were offered no chocolaty treat on the way home.
Boo to that.
dan - Dan hit 0 for 2, and committed 0 errors in left field, for those tracking statistics.
Chocolatey treats were offered *at* home, so don’t feel too bad for the author of this post.
Shannen - A frozen Kit Kat bar does not count as a chocolaty treat. You settle for a frozen Kit Kat bar. You don’t crave a frozen Kit Kat bar.
I was thinking more along the lines of the Brownie Supreme thingy from Dairy Queen.
Mmmmm…brownies.
Gary - I AM tracking stats Dan. So far, I’ve tracked your batting average at 0.000 and your fielding percentage is 1.000. That’s a pretty good fielding percentage but your hitting sucks. Please improve on that or I’m afraid I can’t call you up to The Show.
Kris - What is shameful is the fact that your blog has not been updated since Thursday.
Wait…neither has mine. Dammit.