Neither Here Nor There

So the other day my mom was calling a new doctor that we got along with our shiny-new insurance plan. She was trying to make an appointment for me so I could finally get a lumpy-knotty-thing looked at by a professional (not my friends that I showed it to in hopes of getting an "Eew!" from them). While talking to the secretary, she was asked for my birthdate. Instead of saying my birthdate, she quickly demanded that I give her my birthdate. She didn't remember my birthday, I'm her first-born. What makes it even worse is that the secretary wasn't asking for my birthdate, but rather for my dad's (since he is the policy holder). When she was told that my birthdate was not needed, but my dad's was, she immediately spit-out his birthdate with surprising accuracy. She didn't remember her first-born's birthday, she remembered my dad's birthday, and she will never forget my brother's birthday (he was born on Christmas Eve and is known by my mother as her, "Little Christmas Baby!"). I could very easily put on "FML" right here, but that may be considered copyright infringement and I'm not about to get sued over something like this.

There is alumni baseball game tomorrow after church and I, being an alumni, am going to be playing. However, I have not actually played in a game in over two years (not that I haven't tried, but others have tried their best to keep me in the stands instead of the dugout). Needless to say, I'm a little bit rusty (by "a little bit rusty" I really mean, "I'm probably going to suck something awful, but since I haven't really tested out my current capabilities I cannot really say that in complete confidence"). So to correct this, I decided to train a little, and I mean very little... as in the last two-days-little. My shoulder is now sore, my whole left hand is something resembling a throbbing-blistery nub (complete exaggeration, I only have one small blister on my thumb that may have even been caused by yard-work and not baseball related activities. I was going for sympathy), and I'm probably going to suck (I am, unfortunately, not exaggerating this fact). Despite all of this, it should be a lot of fun: getting to play the game I love, just getting to play without any record suffering, and getting to see guys I played with several years ago.

The other night, last night to be more specific, there was open-gym at my old stomping grounds (high school to the laymen). And if you know me, you also know that I am completely inept at anything and everything related to basketball. But, if you know me, you also know that my ineptness (is that even a word?) at basketball doesn't keep me from going out there and trying my darndest (or looking completely and utterly foolish). More often than not (translation: every single time, without fail) I am picked towards the end (translation: very last, sometimes even going unpicked because the team captains "couldn't" see me or "thought" that I was already picked), and my play (and confidence) go down the drain as a result. However, last night I was picked in the middle (HOORAY FOR MEDIOCRITY!!!!!) and my play was actually decent (for the first game anyways...), but as quickly as my skills came to me they also disappeared without even leaving a trace behind. The rest of the guys may have gotten a good laugh at some of the things I did last night, but it is I who am having the last laugh all because they were the ones that wouldn't let me be the last pick (that honor went to a forty-something-year-old guy with a bit of a belly... he often used that as a way of boxing out smaller children).