Crazy

People are driving me crazy. And that’s all I’ve got to say about that.

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Speaking of crazy: Last night or sometime early this morning, I had a strange dream.

I dreamt I was playing on the Rend Lake College softball team. Which is certainly not crazy because, as everyone knows, back in my day (5th and 6th grade), I was the MVP for the Strasburg softball team, for which I pitched and played shortstop. Not simultaneously, of course, and to be completely honest, I was a better pitcher than shortstop because I had a tendency to arch my throws to first a little too much from short.

Plus I preferred pitching. You got to be in on every play!

Anyhoo, in my dream, for some bizarro-world reason, we were told by the RLC athletic director that we had to wear CUPS! That it was an NJCAA rule for all softball players to wear CUPS! And yes, I am talking about those plastic supporter/protector thingies that BOYS/MEN wear whilst playing ball. To protect their, uhm, balls.

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I argued and argued against wearing cups. I mean, it just didn’t make sense! But no, we had to wear ’em ... so I had to go around trying to figure out what size (??) to get for the players on our team. And I have to tell ya: Those things were a mite uncomfy. Plus they made such an unsightly bulge!

Plus my ballglove wasn’t working right.

Crazy!

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