I am beginning to thaw.

We played our last softball game tonight, this time against Biltmore Estate. Last week, we lost to Scully’s. As far as I’m concerned, Scully’s has two black marks against it: shitty food and assholey, cheating softball players. They yell when they’re rounding the bases, hoping to make basemen drop the ball. They hang out outside the dugout and get in the way of plays. They say things like “Easy Out” when certain players come up. While this may be true, it’s rude and does not foster community, and plus it’s D League recreational Softball, you douchebags. After the game, instead of the usual robotic “Good Game,” they responded to our congratulations with “Thanks.” Not just one guy, although the jerk with blonde dreadlocks should never walk in front of my car, but half the team. Six assholes on one team is a very high average.

The BE team was at least polite about handing us our asses. And to be quite truthful, I wasn’t looking forward to playing again tomorrow night. Since it hit 34 this evening, and promises to go down to at least 37 tomorrow, you will see no tears on my face once my ducts melt.