I've been on and off the softball field for about 14 years now. My greatest and only fear to this day is getting hit in the face by a savage ground ball, whose sudden rejection of course leaves my surprise a much delayed reaction.
Oh cra-!
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3 comments:
You're not really into this blogger thing anymore, either! How about a post, eh? Surely your softball smack in the face has healed by now.
It's summer, and I'm on vacation.
And yet, you can leave comments... :-)
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