Today, I was invited to become a man. It would be an evening of a sport of champions: wiffle ball.
Now, my first thought was, “this is likely going to suck as much as grade school P.E.,” when playing football, I would always be paired to block the largest guy on the other team. I still feel that was purposefully done for the Phys-Ed coach’s entertainment.
Upon arriving to the field with a much too drunk Rachel, we discover that children who were of the last age I played “sports” were choosing their teams.
I was picked first. Take that, childhood.
