At one point I fell asleep and woke up slowly dripping sweat as if I had some awful fever.
But today we had a different mission. It was to win a Wiffle Ball Tournament*. We have a hard reputation to uphold as Team 3, the team that has been seen playing such events as Dodgeball, Football, and Spades. The team who always beats their first round opponents, and then loses in the following match. The team who wears uncomfortably hot black tee shirts with Team 3 printed on them and some horrible skull and gun design on the back that they ordered too many of and can't get rid of (family, get ready for some awesome Team 3 shirt presents!). The team who shows up reeking of sleep depravity and zero motivation.
We lost. But only after winning the first round.
And the game has no logical rules. None! Not a single realistic and sensible rule is in existence in "wiffle ball". I didn't even know it was a game.
Coming soon: 5 on 5 Basketball.
*Props to:
Goblin King - hitting 2 homeruns and walking 4 runs in for the other team
Thin Mints - catching a line drive one handed with super speed and letting a ground ball rail him in the crotch
Blue - 2 RBIs to win the first game and getting beamed in the face and not even flinching
68 - hitting a foul ball far behind him and sprinting to 1st base anyway
Sausage Fingers - who Hulk Smashed the ball in a fit of fury, and used a jumping tomahawk chop swing on a high and wide pitch to strike out and end our last game.
Thin Mints - catching a line drive one handed with super speed and letting a ground ball rail him in the crotch
Blue - 2 RBIs to win the first game and getting beamed in the face and not even flinching
68 - hitting a foul ball far behind him and sprinting to 1st base anyway
Sausage Fingers - who Hulk Smashed the ball in a fit of fury, and used a jumping tomahawk chop swing on a high and wide pitch to strike out and end our last game.
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