I have some gong-show friends. You guys think I am a train-wreck? You need to meet some of the people I hang out with during ball season. For real. It's unbelievable.
This weekend was one of those trips that will go down in infamy. Not because anything terrible happened (although, maybe...I only remember parts of it) but because so much fucking fun was had that waiting 355 days for it to happen again is going to be reaaaally reeeeeallllly painful.
I was a newbie to this trip: A memorial weekend for a dear friend of the team who passed away after a quick battle with cancer 2 years ago. I was truly honoured to share this weekend with everyone...and completely humbled by the love they have for their friend and team mate. And also in awe at their ability to drink so much Fireball, his drink of choice when playing slo-pitch.
For real guys. I can't believe how much was consumed. Insane amounts. I won't be able to smell the stuff until next years tourney.
Any ways... I digress...
Today, I am back to work. And I feel as though I should be back in bed. For a week.
But in other news... my tan fucking rocks.
And this guy? His tan is a little fucked up.