I hope, by next Thursday, to have a group photo of this year's Blaqrobes softball team. Our Co-Ed team has a record of 3-1, which is a vast improvement over last year's record.
So last night, two of our key players were unable to make the game. In fact, one of these players happened to be our pitcher so I was called upon to be the substitute.
Let me say up front: I thank God the team we played wasn't fabulous. I managed to strike 4-5 batters out, including the last batter who had tying runs on the plate.
Sadly, however, there were casualties during the game. During the first inning, as we were batting, a ball thrown from the infield missed its mark and made direct contact with my left ankle. I am now watching news of the Pope's arrival in NYC with my leg up, my ankle banked in a bag of ice.
My ankle is so swollen...it's about 3 times its normal size. I feel like my grandmother, except that I'm not presently afflicted with other 'pains' and I'm not eating Melba toast. But otherwise, we doing about the same.
So that's that. I'm just going to sit here and lament my downfall!
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