Something you only do with family, show up at your 11 year old cousins' softball game, bundled up, with your hot chocolate, and then proceed to hate on the other teams' coach. Because the man was wearing shorts and it was basically raining. Because he JUMPED UP AND DOWN with every play one of his girls made. Because he's apparently the director of the entire recreation league, and it seemed odd that his team was a little, lets call it STACKED. The girls were taller, broader and broodier.
Husband leaned over to me and said "has the other team been checked for chest hair? maybe steroids?" Yeah, exactly.
Our team was in full force but just couldn't hold off as the tonka trunks of girls came running at them.
And there was my cousin Nory and I yelling at them "HEY. TAG THAT GIRL and then throw it to second! GO FOR THE DOUBLE!"
Finally the older lady behind us leaned over and said "you two should have your own team."
Yeah we should.
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