To The Whore Who Took My Poems: Today's Afternoon Game

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Two years ago in kickball playoffs, I let the game winning line drive sail over my head in LF. There was a guy on second and once I knew I'd misjudged it I just walked off the field with my head down before it even landed.

The time I got hit in the eye with a fly ball while playing left field in sixth grade. Although I sorta already got revenge because I dated the sister of the guy who hit the ball. But she broke my heart, so how will I ever get revenge for that? Oh right, killing her housepets.

In college we had a Mario Tennis tournament keg party. Myself and two other guys were the best. But they lived together and hosted the kegger, so they were a team. I got paired with the 4th best...who was a DISTANT 4th. We made it to the finals and played on the big screen in front of thousands (tens) of people. We got crushed because my jerkface partner used Baby Mario and couldn't put a ball away.

I got so drunk after a rugby match that I leaned out the window and puked gallons. My downstairs neighbor had his window tilted open. He's not much of a rugby fan to this day.

I got so drunk after a rugby match that I leaned out the window and puked gallons. My downstairs neighbor had his window tilted open. He's not much of a rugby fan to this day.

I would have given a better quote to the news paper after the intramural team I was coaching won:
http://media.www.redandblack.com/media/storage/paper871/news/2003/02/12/Sports/Basketball.Crowns.Champs-2580391.shtml

@matt_T

Joe Morgan endorses your statement. You need grit and veteran leadership.

By coaching I mean getting drunk, wearing a suit, slicking back my hair and cursing at the refs.

I'm embarrassed for you, Matt.

nice one mT.

I had a similar experience for the company team I coached to the championship, except my insightful statement was to the CEO. I can still remember the look on that fat jerk's face: why am I listening to this doofus/low-life?

I got my revenge when I left that shit-hole and work for this new wonderful place with amazing people (hi IT folks!).

I've never hit a home run. Ever. You could say I take after my namesake. My senior year of high school I, a left-handed batter, came up with the bags full against this shitty lefty. He grooved one, and I crushed it. Deep, to right...right when a stiff fucking breeze kicked up. From right. The rightfielder moved about two steps back and caught it for the third out.

So, to summarize: Fuck you, wind.

To the 4x100 team from Framingham North who beat us in the New England Championships after we had waxed them by almost a second the week before in the State championships:

Suck my balls.

That is all.

I used to row on a competetive summer crew team run by one of my high school's rival crew teams, and my coach knew this. One night at practice, my coach got on the bullhorn and yelled at me during practice, "Clare, whoever taught you how to row should be shot!" I shouted back at her, "If the Holy Spirit coaches should be shot, then why do they beat our asses every week?"

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