U-S-A, U-S-A...

Sky was invited to a birthday party for a school friend. These are usually lame but it was at a family sports center so we decided to go. It was a wise choice. Since they had the place rented out, I got to try the batting cages for free. I have a bad childhood memory involving me in a softball uniform and a black eye that I gave myself after hitting the ball and having it, in turn, hit me…Pathetic, yes but it has given me a fear of hard balls flying anywhere near my face (snicker if you must). Since I was on a Valium, I went for it. It was great and I actually hit about 50% of the pitches! Between that and my watching of every Bengals (Who-dey!) and Monday Night Football game this season, am I becoming my mortal high school enemy, the jock? No, it can’t be. I must have something that retains my status of dork. What could it be? Think, think…Oh yeah. My addiction to DDR should do it. Whew.