Give your babies SHOCKOLATE!

I'm the last person (with the possible exception of Alex) from my high school class that you would expect to see participating in college sports. I didn't play any in high school, because a) none of my friends played, and b) I sucked.

Now, first week of class I was approached by one the 3 kids up here that I knew and asked if I wanted to play intramural softball. I thought, "great! Now I'll have people that I know on the team, and get to know others, and I can get some amount of exercise to boot! Sounds like a winner!". Thus, I signed up.

Only this morning, before our first game, did I remember that although problem a) was solved, I still sucked. Well, crap.

I met up with the rest of the guys on the team (all of whom are at least a foot taller than me), and we walked over to the field. All the while, I was remembering traumatic sports-related events from my childhood: striking out in tee-ball, tripping over my feet playing soccer, and, most recently, taking a softball to the eye, just last year (and driving home afterwards, boy was that fun!). I realized the best I had to hope for was looking like a doofus who had no idea what he was doing.

Then we arrived at the field to find that we were 2 minutes late, and we were kicked out of the league. That fixes that!.

Whatever, I'll still go once we rejoin. I can always pray that by being around the rest of the team, osmosis will occur and their water-like talent will diffuse through our respective membranes, balancing out the concentrations (food for thought: does talent move via passive diffusion, or active transport?). If that doesn't happen, I can always burn my roommate alive as an offering to the softball gods.

Oh, aiming for a bleachfilm.com update tonight, assuming Alex ever sends me the damn content. Grr.

So yeah, this geek now plays on a sport team. My horizons! They've been broadened!