Last night was, of course, softball night. 80-something degree temps greeted us for the game, and so I made wearing my (long) pant worthwhile by sliding in to home plate in the dying stages of the game. The slide was completely unnecessary, which I felt added to its greatness. I ran from second to home, the ball was still in the outfield when I was between 3rd and home, and I think the person behind me jogged in their run. Unnecessary but very fun. The ball didn't come to me at all in the field - my batting efforts were a caught at shortstop, and 3 (sometimes lazily run) singles. I crossed home plate twice, well, crossed once and slid in once. It was the last game of the regular season, playoffs start next week. The game was rescheduled to Monday though, and we'll be in Vermont, so I won't be playing.
This morning a guy was smoking outside the building I work at. Not unusual or memorable. But the bright, elaborately patterned vest, goatee and pimp hat complete with feather caught my attention.
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