Ahhhhh....what a weekend...there is nothing like being with your homegirls on a soggy JULY morning, bundled up in FLEECES and taunting boys with proclamations of love and lust in hopes of distracting them JUST enough to have them mess up. Yes, i speak of the annual taiwanese church Softball Tournament, where games are rarely played in a Christianly manner and where participants are rarely of Taiwanese descent.
Our morning began with the oh so exciting task of filling in puddles, some of which were almost 5 inches in depth. I still do not understand why our church was the only one digging and scooping...but whatever, I am not bitter (although the two hours of field repair may have sapped our strength when it came to our last game..ahem). Anyhow, there was one little BRAT from New Life that was being particularly annoying....to the point where even his own church started telling him to shut up...perhaps it was my death stares that encouraged them to do so.
Our first game was against Newtown and their overzealous white coach. WE BEAT THEM...I'm sure he was FUMING inside. All that work...all those stretching exercises...all the pre-game jogging...to no avail. There was one player on that team, who i call the Turkish Giant, that i found fairly amusing. This "fifteen" year old looked double his age and wore the baggiest pants I've ever seen. During one play, where he failed to get his glove down fast enough to catch a grounder, he proceeded to snap his legs together in hopes of catching the ball with his billowing pant legs. It doesn't sound that funny now, but at the time, i thought it was hilarious. He also stepped on my ankle when he was running to first and did not apologize. bastid.
Our next game was against the younger brothers of last year's 16 year olds from TAFPC. They were very cute little boys...I felt like i was playing against caleb, joshua and ben ben. needless to say, we won.
Last game...vs. New Life. I don't think any of us were prepared to play fast pitch softball or to have to hurdle over the first baseman. So we lost.
We came in second overall, which wasn't bad for a team whose females could have mothered the players on the other team. I am, however, very sore and I whimper in pain everytime I feel a sneeze coming.
I still think the best part of softball is cheering for our A team. They are the ONLY A team in the entire league with such a BEAUTIFUL, VIBRANT cheering squad. A member of ex-TARCQ later told me that the Union girls were famous for being loud...at any event. And how after it became so oddly silent after we left that they couldn't play as well....hmmmm...they managed to play well enough to beat our boys though. Next year, MORE SCREAMING.
But good effort by all....and being with old friends was the best part of it all! I feel like I only laugh when I return to NY....but now I am back to being the sullen, Boston-ridden Jen. Le sigh.
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M, I finally received the bday card you sent me. it's beeYOOteeful! thanks babe!
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