01 July 2008

Scar Tissue/Its Not My Fault



That song is sent out to Sgt Reagan along with a heartfelt apology from myself...why?

I'll tell you... so a couple of weeks ago I get told by Airman Baker that I should go buy a baseball mitt soon. He says that there is gonna be a softball game at our training day picnic....I'm thinking "hell no" I don't wanna buy a glove just to use it once or twice! Besides I haven't played softball in years, haven't swung a bat in at least 6yrs. So as the weeks go by I keep getting told that my involvement in the game is not a choice...but a command. I hear it everyday for at least a 2 weeks up until the big day. So I go to work in my uniform like everybody else with the thought of going by my dorm and changing once we're released to go to the field. So mostly everybody changes at work and heads over to the field. I go to my dorm room and change and head out to the diamond. Here is where it gets interesting. I get there and my friends Danny and Shaun are there hanging out in the dugout. Everybody, else is having a little batting practice to get ready. The other team hasn't arrived yet except for a couple of their players. I notice that they are playing with one of those over sized softballs that it is impossible to hit a home run with. So I get told to step up to the plate and hit a few to warm up. So I go up and my Supervisor is back catching and Sgt. Reagan is pitching aka "talking sh*t".

So his first pitch I let go by...the second I make a little contact with... the third goes right in the dirt about 2 feet in front of me.... Sgt. Reagan says "you can't hit anyway".... the next one I smash and it goes to the shortstop... Sgt Reagan clowns me again... my Supervisor says "don't let this old muthaf*cka talk bout you like that"... so I say "this next one s coming right at you!"... he pitches it and....BLAM!!!!

I hit a line drive right at his ass! He flinches and tries to catch it..........with the hand that doesn't have the glove on it!

Long story short..... He breaks two of his fingers in three places and I don't have to play.

I end up playing basketball....its safer anyway :)

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