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Holiday Weekends and Softball Tournaments
Sep. 2nd, 2013 09:14 amIt's been a busy weekend. I don't usually travel on holiday weekends because I despise the traffic that comes with them.
After a brief overnight visit from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aceofspace who was driving through on his way to our hometown, I went to watch my team play in the MIST softball tournament on Saturday. The tourney brings in teams from Columbus, Cleveland, Detroit, Toronto, etc. I'd never played in it before, so I was really kicking myself for not being able to play in this one because my hurt calf was back to normal yet. I watched my team play in a couple of games and it was KILLING me... I really wanted to play so bad and just keeping score wasn't doing it for me. The last game was interrupted by a big storm that saturated the fields, so we were done for the night. I did have to run after some signs blown by the storm, and realized that my leg held up well.
So... the next morning, I wrapped my leg up as best I could, threw on my softball jersey, and headed out to the field at 7 AM. It was fortunate I did because we were short players and had exactly enough to cover the field. We won our first game, lost the next two so we were out. The good news is that my leg held up for the most part, just a bit of soreness this morning, but nothing really painful.
The best part of the tournament was the visiting teams actually. Toronto sent several hotties down. I fell in love with the catcher of Woody's Woodpeckers, a beautiful man named Tyler, as well as their left center, a muscled furball named Randy. I chatted with both a bit, both of whom are nice guys. In chatting with Danny, I found I wasn't his type as he liked the bigger bears (and left with one -- heh), but that I was Tyler's type. Sadly, Tyler had already left to go shopping with the team after they were eliminated from the tournament. I skipped the fireworks party as I didn't get my wrist band to get in. The aforementioned bigger bear went to the party and sent me a message later that Tyler thought I was cute. Great... I guess there is always next year...
Overall, the weekend has been great. I dread going to work tomorrow.
After a brief overnight visit from
aceofspace who was driving through on his way to our hometown, I went to watch my team play in the MIST softball tournament on Saturday. The tourney brings in teams from Columbus, Cleveland, Detroit, Toronto, etc. I'd never played in it before, so I was really kicking myself for not being able to play in this one because my hurt calf was back to normal yet. I watched my team play in a couple of games and it was KILLING me... I really wanted to play so bad and just keeping score wasn't doing it for me. The last game was interrupted by a big storm that saturated the fields, so we were done for the night. I did have to run after some signs blown by the storm, and realized that my leg held up well.So... the next morning, I wrapped my leg up as best I could, threw on my softball jersey, and headed out to the field at 7 AM. It was fortunate I did because we were short players and had exactly enough to cover the field. We won our first game, lost the next two so we were out. The good news is that my leg held up for the most part, just a bit of soreness this morning, but nothing really painful.
The best part of the tournament was the visiting teams actually. Toronto sent several hotties down. I fell in love with the catcher of Woody's Woodpeckers, a beautiful man named Tyler, as well as their left center, a muscled furball named Randy. I chatted with both a bit, both of whom are nice guys. In chatting with Danny, I found I wasn't his type as he liked the bigger bears (and left with one -- heh), but that I was Tyler's type. Sadly, Tyler had already left to go shopping with the team after they were eliminated from the tournament. I skipped the fireworks party as I didn't get my wrist band to get in. The aforementioned bigger bear went to the party and sent me a message later that Tyler thought I was cute. Great... I guess there is always next year...
Overall, the weekend has been great. I dread going to work tomorrow.
