Blackstone Valley WINS! because we all stayed in school!
Seven people showed up at Attleboro High School, which is one of the ugliest high schools I've ever seen. It smells like high pregnancy rates and disinterest.
There were large puddles in the infield and the usual copious amounts of goose shit. I slipped in the mud while chasing after a ball. But it was great. I pitched for a little while... pitching is hard. Even just chucking a ball toward the plate (which is what I was doing) got me all red-faced.
A couple of jocks showed up and hung around, like they were waiting for us to leave so they could use the field. I could practically read their minds.. "Look at those pussies. They can't hit, they can't pitch, they can't catch. I don't know why they don't just leave and let someone who knows how to play the game use the field!"
One more thing: I was talking to Phil the Manager and asking him how I could throw the ball farther/harder. He said that what he does is when he's driving on the highway, he sticks his arm out the window and does throwing motions against the wind (i'm still running).
That's such a great idea! Except I'm not a lefty!
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