Happy Gilmore

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So, softball last night....

In a nice and appropriate gesture, we all wore black wrist bands (one of the guys on our team's son was killed in a car accident over the weekend).

Same opponent as last week (our only win when the other team has actually shown up; we scored 2 in the bottom of the 7th inning to win 21-20, and I came in off the bench to drive in the winning run).

First at-bat, sharp single up the middle. A decent catch in left-center after a long run. Second at-bat, the ump tells their catcher he might want to back away from the plate (I am in favor of this; I figure that clipping him upside the head will fuck up my swing, too). The catcher mumbles something about "Happy Gilmore" and I point out that my hockey jersey is at home, before drilling the next pitch off the fence.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a third AB, so I could tell them about my golf game.

Happy Gilmore, my ass. I get to call me that, you don't, bub.

Comments

[mighty-man.livejournal.com]

Whatevah! Lots of people were calling you Happy Gilmore even before you saw the movie.

[etcet.livejournal.com]

Yes, but they were persons known to me, not random dipshits.

[kaliva.livejournal.com]

understood. Person(s) unknown to you have yet to earn the right & privelege to mess with you.

[mighty-man.livejournal.com]

I dunno about that. I think republicans mess with you all the time!

[etcet.livejournal.com]

But not in person, one-to-one. I think there'd be fewer of 'em if they tried. ;-)