The softball nights are full of anticipation. And I love that for you. I remember softball nights of Sam's Club microwave bbq rib sandwiches before the game, warming up with mom in the backyard and riding my bike up to the field.
If we were lucky, the coach would buy everyone a cup of pop from the concession stand after the game. Heather and I would scream our heads off from second base and rover position, to the batter to 'swing dammit!'
God, we were ridiculous and SO weird.
When we weren't screaming, we were hysterically laughing, or squatting on our heels to keep from peeing our pants. Oh, town league softball, you were a riot. I'm so glad we met.
Softball today is so different. Not better or worse, but so much different.
And in your free time, you read.
Libraries have always had my heart. And for some reason they make me have to poop. But they mostly have my heart.
I love that you love them too.
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