Damn, it's hot. Africa hot. And when I say horrible, I mean horrible. Of course I'm a big whiner, so I'll just blame the heat. No, not my bad passing, just the heat.
But at least there's some basis for this pathetic excuse. I mean, it was damn hot. So hot, I started getting delirious. Not such much that I thought I was good, but enough to think I was a bat. Yep, at one point I actually said to the onlookers, "That was close, I didn't know where the ball was and I almost spit on you to use my bat radar to avoid contact."
Delirious, or just stupid? Why can't it be both? And let's not forget embarrassing. Yet again I almost lost my shorts, and I think I admitted to wearing training underwear, whatever that is. So in all, it wasn't a pretty day.
How ugly could it have gotten? So bad I took my shirt off. Oh yeah, immediately my opponents were blinded by all the shiny and I think one onlooker said, "Has he ever thought of going to a gym?" But the good news is, when you're that bad, you get to go home early - and get out of the heat.
Sometimes you just have a bad day, but even so I still had fun. Thanks mostly to having some cool people to play with all day: Bob, Vance, Jeremy, Louie, Melissa, Leslie, Roberta, Marybeth and Meghan.
Hope everyone else had a great time and avoided injuries,
Clay
Bronze Court Jester of May