Afterglow 2007 - Day 3 Monday

It was now time for an official game of Afterglow softball to begin and the big boys went out to roam the spacious outfield. Tommy, James and Dale are all so good that they don't even need to play standard positions such as left, center, and right - they have so much speed and range that they can get to any ball hit into any area.

Brian was pouting in his pink shirt, but when you look that good, what do you have to pout about? He should have been excited because he was on deck. I've learned enough about baseball from watching countless games in person and on TV, so I should know how to get on base, right? It seems as though my studies have been put to good use, because I not only got on base, but I was able to score a run when Brian knocked one way into the trees . We weren't taking score, so I don't know which team came out victorious, but it doesn't matter up here at Afterglow. Up here we're all champions. And there's nothing that you can ever do to make me feel differently.

This pink shirt must have been given him some unforeseen power; I liken him to Kimberly Hart, also known as the Pink Power Ranger. By summing up his powers given to him by the mighty Zordon, he swarms into action and kicks some Putty ass. When he combines his powers with his fellow Rangers and builds the Megazord, I fear for the opposing team. You've seen the episodes, they're unstoppable.

Home

Gail made us get together for a group photo, and like the mindless minions that we are, we followed along with her every request and demand. For the second picture, she asked us to jump into the air on the count of 3, and only 5 mindless drones obliged. The others were too smart to adhere to her every word and demand. You can easily tell which ones follow the leaders and which ones lead themselves. I'd give you a hint, but like always, a picture says a thousand words. Those people in the air should be ashamed of themselves.

The game was now over so I needed to do two things - stretch so that my muscles didn't bind up and give me a Charlie Horse, and drink so that I wouldn't feel the pain if I did get a Charlie Horse. I really don't mind doing either one, because both of them allow me to prepare for an unavoidable future that I welcome with open arms.

I'm really excited that Jenny came out to play some baseball, but all of that excitement and thankfulness still cannot stop me from ripping on her wardrobe choice.  How many professional ball players do you see wearing skirts, patchwork tops and sandals? If you're gonna play the part, you gotta look the part too!