that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.


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*take me out to the balllllllllllll game*

Scott, I really think, didn’t know what hit him.

I am the best fastball player in Smithers girls’ ball history. The “Stamco Superstars” and the “BV Credit Union PLAYEZ” named me to the “power line” as a first baseman or pitcher 7 years running.

(doesn’t sound like me? well, consider this my one moment of lacking-humility… however exaggerated it may be… the one thing I know I am good at is fastball)

Anyways. After a 4 year hiatus, I was recruited from the “minors” (the couch) to play full on, no-jokes-about-it, h-core, serious……church league slo-pitch.

And it was awesome.

Last night we played our first game, I brought my childhood BFF and former teammate, Suzanne, with me for the event. After psychologically submitting myself, albeit not very happily, to the fact that Scott would be our coach, I grabbed my glove and took to the field.

Unfortch. all my gear is at home — so as h-core as I am, I felt underdressed for the occasion. Fortch. for me, so did the rest of our team. Have you ever seen the movie Little Giants? Google it, get the jest of it, and that’s what our team looked like… right down to Jordi’s army shorts and hiking boots.

Looks can be deceiving, my friends. We rocked it.

A double play later (by Jord and myself), some stellar stretch-to-catch moves by Suzanne, awesome hits by the team in general, being nailed in the foot by Scott, and being yelled at by our pitcher (he’s truly h-core), and Coach Scott yelling “RE-ALIGN…RE-ALIGN” every time the other team (the young adults from Glad Tidings Pentecostal — who were dressed more professionally than we were) had a left hand batter, and the emotional-effect of “dimming lights” (the sun went down)… we WON.

And I would just like to say, it’s all because I was recruited. I carried the team. My arm and back are killing me.

I seriously think ball is the most social and fun thing going. Although, slo-pitch doesn’t hold a candle to fastball (sorry), once I got over “waiting” for the ball to come to me when I was at bat, it rocked my socks off. I think I will bring my B+ game instead of my A++ game next week… just because I don’t believe in outshining my team mates, particularly the coach and his brother in law. Although Jord and I surprisingly made a good team.

I define h-core.

(This is a fabrication. Although, it was awesome awesome awesome. And I played well to boot. Even though Coach S injured me twice but I won’t embellish.)