i went to the game.
i had to leave at the end of the third inning.
my school was up 6-to-2 when i left.
a slaughter.
they won 12-to-2,
which means that the other team didn’t score anymore.
they looked sloppy next to my school.
an outfielder and the third baseman
had a total fourth grade moment
where they both called the ball and
then they backed into each other
and both dropped the ball. ha.
this is the closest i’ve ever come to school pride.
i wish i played softball.
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