Last night my office softball team played its first game. Hole in the Roof (AKA Pitch Pleeze) played the Inglorious Batters. Of course we won. And by we, I mean they. I am equal parts flattered and surprised by how many times I've had to explain to my coworkers why I am not on the team. 8th grade > Softball to the face > Sloth jokes / generally scared of ball / generally unathletic.
I make a better spectator than player anyway. Someone needs to stare at the office babies.
*Brandon gave me some grief about how "I wouldn't actually post about the game" (even though I said I was a lady of my word). THIS IS A TEST. Brandon — if you read this post, I want you to turkey my five the next time I go for the kill.