(This should actually be Napkin Entry #0, since it happened 9/13.)
Kickball on Tuesday. To save the suspense, we won, 8-0.
I went 2 for 2, though #2 had significant dumbness.
I was feeling out the new pitcher, who put a mid-speed roller right down the middle. It was too late for me to kick it and it was going to be a strike, so I went to foul it off with a gentle tap.
Unfortunately, the gentle tap went right up the middle.
I hear myself say, "Oh, shit" and book towards first. I think I actually had to jump over the ball. Somehow, I end up on first base, plus they overthrow, so I moved up to second.
Next kick goes into right field, so I take off towards third.
Now, here's where I'm hazy. Brian was coaching third, and he either said "You're standing up" or he might have waved me on. In any event, I round third and head home, head down.
Halfway there, I look up, and I see that the ball is already there.
I dig in and back to 3rd. I'm almost there, I know the ball is coming at me, and I feel my legs start to give out. (I'm really out of shape. Also, the pregame beers may have been a factor.)
I dive towards third, half-diving, half-crawling.
I slap the base as the ball hits me on the bounce. Out.
To boot, I had a nice raspberry on my elbow, plus dirt impacted under my left ring fingernail. I think the oozing has mostly cleaned it out by now.
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That was 9/13, and that's been our last game to date, since Fairfax County has pulled WAKA's field permits. The reason is unclear (though it wasn't for alcohol.)
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