After a long exhausting run around Wakefield's lake I receive a text message from my boyfriend.

Tylan: Are you coming to my softball game tonight?
Liz: Yeah! That was my plan!


My plan was enjoy my twisted teas while watching Tylan from the bench. Well that wasn't quite his plan. He then informs me:

Tylan: Great, because you are playing!
Liz: What? I don't play softball. I play soccer. ?!?!?!

For those of you who don't know me well, I am very blind. My depth perception is poor. And my hand eye coordination is slim to none. (How I can be a good raft guide, I don't know but I figured that one out.)

Once we arrive at the field, the team captain thanked and welcomed me to the team and handed me a jersey and glove. Now this is the good part... You know how any team jersey you have has your name on it? Well my was "floozie." At first I didn't know what that exactly meant. I laughed because it's a funny sounding word, right? Everyone else was laughing. My mind was going from slushies to clumsy to spacey. Oh the things that go through my head. Not until later did I actually find out it meant a "sexually loose female, slut." (Thanks UrbanDictionary.com) Haha. Nice one... thanks guys!


All four times I got up to bat I was counted as an out in some way (I hit the ball twice!). I even made it to first base ONCE, but was tagged out. (I think that's the correct softball lingo.) I almost even caught a pop fly! The best contribution I made was when played catcher. Tylan, who played pitcher, said I was distracting, I thought I was great! I even made friends with the umpire who told me about his son who recently went to Las Vegas and won a beer pong competition!

We ended up winning the game and I even got invited to come back and play during the play off next week! We shall see how that goes!