Tuesday, June 24, 2008


We won again tonight. So rumor has it. I was only there for the first fifteen minutes, then had to hustle off for a meeting. Our parents are in the groove, though, and it's not as though Coach P. doesn't have plenty of help when I'm gone.

After my meeting, on the way home, I saw a familiar car at the ice cream shop. I parked and found Coach P., his son, his wife, and another player's family sitting outside. They filled me in on the game, not a close one really, although I got to hear how my son took a step in on a fly ball that ended up over his head. A capital offense on our team, or so we've threatened. I promised to beat him.

The other player's dad started telling stories about the snakes that infest his neighborhood. I'm being polite; they infest his house, which made for increasingly bloody and delightful stories as time passed.

Out of nowhere the Lovely Bride and two of my kids appeared and joined the conversation. My wife hates snakes and she tried to focus on her cone while the rest of us talked about snakes getting caught in fans and augers and pretty much everything else you can think of.

We've got two more games left and every time I see our team another layer of the onion peels away.


Adorable Girlfriend said...

I want to move to Snag's town. It sounds so nice there. Unlike Filfth-adelphia.

Chuckles said...

There must be something there that the snakes like. Well two somethings: food and comfort.

Also, that is pretty cool, unless the snakes are venomous. I wouldn't mind having a few terrestrial tarantulas in my basement, should I ever get so lucky as to own a home.

Kathleen said...

I'm glad they bounced back after their first loss. The fly ball that goes over your head is so embarassing. Not that it ever happened to me.