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ltgmarsOne of my violin students (the really good one, who's now a former student) invited me to dinner, and it was good. Mrs. M. grilled steak, mmyay.
And then Dan was leaving to play kickball, and he invited me to tag along. At first I declined, because, well, his friends are nice and I talk to them sometimes, but they aren't really in my "crowd", and I wasn't quite in the mood to be social anyway (big surprise!), but Mrs. M. told me to go, so I did.
And it was grand.
Most of the kids were Marian kids (many of whom I knew/recognized, some of whom were new to me), but they were all so friendly. And even though I suxxored for the first few innings, they were very positive and cheery, and they made it a lot of fun and really easy to get into, despite my not having any close friends there.
During the 12th or so inning (we played 18), my team had some of the greatest plays ever. Like when I caught a ball, slid on my butt, and threw it to the pitcher for a double play (and isn't it so typical to remember one of my own shining moments in a game?), or when the thirdbase(wo)man got the ball and ran toward Dan, who was running to third base, toppled over him, and reached the base and tagged him out just as he fell into it. Heh. That was cute.
But then I had to move to the other team because they were down two players due to people's leaving and the like, and they had to even out the girls (at the time of the switch, it was four boys and two girls on our team, four boys and no girls on theirs). At the end of the game, I was on the losing team, 6-5, but it was an intense game nonetheless -- it was actually 0-0 by the 11th inning, when they typically got in the double digits really quickly. Near the end, my new team only had 1 run, but we got it up to 5 in near-darkness during the bottom of the last inning.
Yesyes, lots of fun with people I barely know, and they were really nice and huggy and whatnot at the end of the game, too. It makes me happy to know that people can be so friendly toward complete strangers (or friend-of's, more accurately).
The world really ain't so bad after all, huh?
And my ankle? Worse than before. Thanks, kickball. Guh.
And then Dan was leaving to play kickball, and he invited me to tag along. At first I declined, because, well, his friends are nice and I talk to them sometimes, but they aren't really in my "crowd", and I wasn't quite in the mood to be social anyway (big surprise!), but Mrs. M. told me to go, so I did.
And it was grand.
Most of the kids were Marian kids (many of whom I knew/recognized, some of whom were new to me), but they were all so friendly. And even though I suxxored for the first few innings, they were very positive and cheery, and they made it a lot of fun and really easy to get into, despite my not having any close friends there.
During the 12th or so inning (we played 18), my team had some of the greatest plays ever. Like when I caught a ball, slid on my butt, and threw it to the pitcher for a double play (and isn't it so typical to remember one of my own shining moments in a game?), or when the thirdbase(wo)man got the ball and ran toward Dan, who was running to third base, toppled over him, and reached the base and tagged him out just as he fell into it. Heh. That was cute.
But then I had to move to the other team because they were down two players due to people's leaving and the like, and they had to even out the girls (at the time of the switch, it was four boys and two girls on our team, four boys and no girls on theirs). At the end of the game, I was on the losing team, 6-5, but it was an intense game nonetheless -- it was actually 0-0 by the 11th inning, when they typically got in the double digits really quickly. Near the end, my new team only had 1 run, but we got it up to 5 in near-darkness during the bottom of the last inning.
Yesyes, lots of fun with people I barely know, and they were really nice and huggy and whatnot at the end of the game, too. It makes me happy to know that people can be so friendly toward complete strangers (or friend-of's, more accurately).
The world really ain't so bad after all, huh?
And my ankle? Worse than before. Thanks, kickball. Guh.
