Friday, July 28, 2006
Weekdays
My blog is almost always focused on the weekends, so I thought I would share a little about my typical weekdays.
Frisbee with the Wizards - Mondays and Thursday nights– You may recall from my beginning entries that I was not entirely enchanted with my frisbee team here. However, now that I’ve practiced with them twice a week for the last nine weeks, I have made some great friends, and it’s going to be really hard to leave them behind. Maybe some day I will come back to Geneva to work, and will be a Wizard once again.
Pickup frisbee – Wednesday nights – This is a pickup game with local professional types, who know very little about frisbee. It’s a good way to network and meet people, but the quality of frisbee is pretty low. Mostly I play because its better than going running, and it is fun, so long as I don’t get on a team with guys who won’t throw to teammates lacking penises (something that is especially infuriating when the guys are crappy frisbee players). In these situations, I generally get very cranky and start bitching at people on my team for bad throws and lazy defense. For some reason this makes the testosterony men that much more likely to look me off, and then I get very angry and swear I won’t ever come back to the pickup game again. Then the game ends and we go swimming, and I’m happy again. Once again my ADD comes in handy, as even my anger doesn’t have a very long attention span.
Coaching softball – Tuesday nights – Geneva has one fast pitch softball team that practices on the fields where my frisbee team practices. During frisbee, I often watched the softball girls bat and pitch and would suffer so greatly from their form that I would lose focus on what I was doing. Finally, four weeks ago, I approached one of the coaches and offered to help the girls with their pitching (for anyone who has the slightest idea about softball pitching, the girls looked more like they were bowling than throwing a pitch.) The coach I talked to seemed enthusiastic, so I came to their practice the following Tuesday and helped out with the two pitchers. The following week, a coach who had been absent during my first practice arrived and proceeded to undermine everything that I said. Much like the pickup frisbee men, he was also clearly unimpressed by my lack of penis, and decided that there was no chance that I knew anything about any type of sport. Three of the four coaches were completely behind me and my advice, but one stupid penis proud man had to go and ruin everything. So now one of the girls is pitching under my advice, and another one of the girls is attempting to incorporate a giant leap forward into her pitch, which is not only unnecessary, but also very prone to throwing one off balance and creating a wild pitch. Not so surprisingly, the girl I’ve been working with has been much more successful in keeping her pitches straight. And I say – HA HA – to the stupid man.
So that’s pretty much my weeknights. I realize that this blog entry makes me sound like I hate men, but that's not true at all. I only hate stupid men. And even with stupid men around, four nights a week of sports has made my summer very fun.
