today i definately went to the largest redneck sports gathering. and that gathering would be middle aged men pretending to be younglings again playing softball. i don't like baseball but just add even drunker rednecks and you get recreation league softball. but i went to appease the family that i'm trying to get good with because one day they might be my family as well...
the boyfriend's sister and niece had come to town because her husband plays in one of those fantastic made-up sports league. and to my suprise the boyfriend had went ahead and told his sister that i would be going to see them at the ball field. i don't like to get the day's events planned for me but i just shrugged this one off and decided that it might be fun to go see them. after thinking about it for a second though i realized that the boyfriend definately had to be at work in a little bit, meaning that i would be going alone. i could already feel the awkwardness of sitting there forcing chit-chat but just went ahead and tried to brush that feeling away.
after lunch at chili's, which is always amazing, i saw the boyfriend off to work and jumped in my pontiac. i made a quick decision to go by the video store to see if i could get some cheap movies but of couse the video store had no good deals on anything that i was interested in. if i'm going to buy used dvd's i at least want 4 for 20 dollars but their best deal was like 2 for 25. i could buy new dvds for that cost and be happier with them so i jumped back in the pontiac and drove my somewhat dissappointed self to the apartment. i packed up my beautiful wiener dog, boston, and headed to the ball field.
the ball field was of course packed because these made-up softball league things take about 30 teams and have them play on 12 fields and allow each member to drink as much as they want to. so why would any normal red neck pass up the oppurtunity to join one of these beer drinking leagues? well, anyway, i park and start to bring boston into a park that doesn't allow dogs but ignore the signs because i wasn't going to leave him in the pontiac, and as i walk in i here the hackling of the red necks. "I like your wiener... dog that is" and then a steady "i've drank to much har har har laugh" comes from a group of them wearing uniforms that don't match and those skanky sunglass band things that keep the sunglasses from falling off their head. of course i don't look up or at them because i am uncharecteristically embarrassed when hearing the horrible jokes thrown at me by the grotesque crew. i should have turned around because i felt that somehow that must have been foreshadowing but luckily it wasn't.
the future sister-in-law and i held pleasant conversation and i actually enjoyed the time out. i know boston loved getting out of the apartment but probably didn't like the fact that the niece wanted to pull on every piece of excess skin that he has. oh well, it was sit inside or go outside and i think boston would have rather been outside. well... after a pathetic attempt to play softball the team "Outta Control", whom i believe i was supposed to be cheering for, lost. i took that opputunity to escape and leave the red neck fiesta. i'm happy i went but the whole trip did not enlighten my thoughts any about softball, which i still firmly believe is just a made up reason to drink. just like the super bowl will be tomorrow.
i have to work tonight. 6:30 sharp. i hate kohl's. but it pays the bills.
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