The Magic Number

Things always happen in threes, right? So when my friend the musician emailed me that he'd gotten engaged, and then my friend the law student texted me that she was now officially the lawyer because she passed the bar...well, it should only follow that the gnats would win the softball championship game tonight. I mean, come ON, we had only lost one game! No matter that the other team was undefeated...it was destiny!

Sadly, god or whomever doesn't seem to remember how this works, because not only did we lose, we got thoroughly squashed. However, he soon remembered that BAD things happen in threes....because one guy pulled a muscle catching a fly ball and nearly had to be carried off the field, another woman got hit in the eye with a bat, and I got hit in the face with a ball. For a second I was kind of afraid I broke (or at least seriously injured) my jaw, it hurt so bad, but it seems okay now. I just suspect that tomorrow I will have a gigantic bruise so everybody will think I get hit regularly. As further "evidence," my legs are covered with black and blue marks. That's what happens when you're switched to catcher and aren't actually very good at fielding, I guess!

Despite our loss, I had a lot more fun this time around. I actually would play again in the spring! We'll see if it happens. In the meantime, I have to decide whether or not to sign up for a photography class. Pro: I love photography. Con: it's Thursday nights, 6:30-9:50. Ugh.