Last night I had dinner with the Irwins, but before we sat down at the table, we were watching the World Series. The fact that at first I didn’t know which team was Texas and which one was San Francisco tells you just a little bit about my knowledge of sports. It wasn’t until one of the Texas players turned around and I saw the big TEXAS across his (ugly, might I add) jersey that I realized who was who. That said, it made me think back to the time this summer when I played softball. I mean, we’re not major league YET . . . okay, or at all. But it was genuinely fun—not because I knew what was going on, because most of the time I didn’t—but because it allowed me to spend time outdoors having fun with friends. Today I finally got around to editing my softball photos.
And looking back on all the fun I had, I’d like to dedicate today’s post to
I WILL NEVER PLAY IN THE WORLD SERIES: