Five things that crossed my mind within seconds of when I sliced my finger to the bone:
1) Damn, those Pampered Chef ™ knives are really sharp. They look kind of cheap, but in fact they are very good at what they do. I don’t believe we’ve ever sharpened this one and we’ve had it for years. Yet, look how easily it cuts through my flesh!
2) Pressure. Better keep the pressure on that. But, maybe a quick peek. Nope! Pressure. That’s what you need, pressure!
3) I’m not sure it is really so important to cut that little plastic nub off this painting tool. It really isn’t worth the price I’m about to pay. Bad idea, no payoff.
4) I sure wish I wasn’t sitting on the toilet right now. Yepper. Should have done this at the kitchen table or something.
5) I bet you could play softball with the entire tip of that finger coming off. There is no way this is going to disrupt my softball season which starts in just a few weeks. Besides–that’s my glove hand. And it couldn’t really impact my hitting, could it?
So there you have it. The stiches come off on Saturday April 1, just three weeks before our one-morning Spring Training/Practice. The official season starts April 26 and runs through it’s normal course of blood, sweat and tears.
NEW THIS YEAR! We’ll be having our practice on SATURDAY APRIL 22 in the morning. This is to take advantage of (I am not making this up) a REAL LIVE SEMI-PRO BATTING COACH who has agreed to spend some time giggling at our batting stances. She will also offer advice to anyone who is interested. At this stage I’m not sure if we’ll meet at a batting cage or on field. More details to come, but for Wells Fargo’s sake please hold the date.
So gentlemen, it’s time again. Anybody fired up?
BRQ
Fired up? You bet.
You better, you better, you bet.
Fine, whatever . . . I’ll fire up if you say so.
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guh
Wow
You guys are going to take this serious this season. Playing with stitches & Batting coach and all. Just might have to take a road trip.
Wimp- the ball’s been playing with stitches for years, and you never hear IT complain! What a bunch of nancy-boys!