So tonight was a big night in Ottawa. Our Co-ed slo pitch league began their play offs.
I play on a team FULL of egotistical men.
Here’s a little play by play for you to envision.
- I get a base hit.
- I’m on first base.
- Big strong amazing a-hole gets up to bat.
- Hits it down the right field line.
- It gets by the fielder.
- I run home.
- A-hole runs home.
- A-hole is thrown out at the plate.
A-hole’s comment “I could have run faster, but I couldn’t pass her”
I am livid by this and promptly tell A-hole to fuck off and to play smarter baseball. I’m not a sprinter by any means, but I’m certainly not THAT slow.
Coincidentally, we lost that game by that very same run. This did not impress me in the slightest.
I was pretty fired up the rest of the game. Yes, I’m bad and hold a grudge.
We had 2.5 hours to kill between games (6:00pm and 9:45pm. Seriously, who made this schedule? Its Tuesday!) and rather then go sit with my team and listen to all the men make excuses for why we lost… I decided to hit the gym. It think fate intervened. When I got to the gym at 7h30, I noticed there was a 45 min Combat class starting at 8pm SCORE! I did 30 mins of upper body and the Combat class. Punching and kicking air does wonders for a temper!
Since the gym was in Loblaws… I grabbed sushi and salad for supper as opposed to wings and beer. Go me.
Of course I return to ball, only to be harassed by my team for going to the gym instead of drinking beer. Then, I’m asked by another female player on the team:
“Oh, so you must have just started going to the gym… do you feel like you’re toning up?”
Fuck you princess. I’m chubby, yes, but I’m in shape. And I’m a good ball player to boot.
God… what a night. Off to cool down for me.
To to the A-holes on my team who ruined my night by bruising my former-chubby-self-ego: FUCK YOU.