Archive for July 26th, 2009

I’ve been to California.  It’s a beautiful state.  It makes me sad to see something like this and realize that it is being overrun with crazy people.

Both my sisters will be calling California “home” in the near future.  It breaks my heart.

-Dave Q.

I played in a company softball tournament yesterday.  It was a lot of fun!  We battled for a while and ended up playing a total of 7 games to lose in the championship game.  2nd place is nothing to be ashamed of.  We fought hard and lost to a very good team.  Compared to us, they were pretty fresh.  I think they played 3 fewer games than us.  Anyway, it was hot.  The temps were hovering around 100 degrees.  And I got hurt.  Again.

This time it was my hamstring.  I was running from first base to second when I felt a pop in my right leg.  I could have sworn I heard it too, but I’m pretty sure I imagined that part.  Anyway, it hurt like hell.  That was in our 6th game.  So I sat the rest of that one out and then of course I missed the last game.  It killed me to watch our team struggle in the last game because it was so evident that we had nothing left in the tank.  So we lost the game.  But we left everything out on the field.

So now I’m walking around with a limp.  I’m hoping the hammy heals up fairly soon.  Besides our current season, there is another softball season on the horizon.  I know what you’re thinking.  It’s time for me to hang them up.  My second significant softball injury of 2009.  I’m 33 years old.  But I still feel the urge to compete.  And until that goes away, I want to do something.  I want to stay active.  So I will try to be more careful.  :)

Time for me to limp off to bed.

-Dave Q.

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Today's Deep Thought

  • The tired and thirsty prospector threw himself down at the edge of the watering hole and started to drink. But then he looked around and saw skulls and bones everywhere. "Uh-oh," he thought, "this watering hole is reserved for skeletons."