Softball game today: I redeemed some of my dignity by successfully batting a ball on my second strike. Then lost half of it by displaying some retarded bimbo antics, like overlooking the second base, and completely lost it all when I didn't manage to complete home base. Finally I earned myself the title of being the most gagged up goofball ever in softball history by hitting a girl on the head while swinging my bat. I can vividly remember the sound of the metal bat on her skull, it keeps playing and re-playing in my mind. Thank me she's still alive and kicking, that I didnt swing harder like I had intended. Another incident to amuse myself further is that a few games before, I threw a ball straight towards a girl, and she's alert enough to catch it inches away from her face. Luckily it was a soft volleyball. ALRIGHT, can I safely conclude that I'm so not made for ball games?