Seth Sacrifices Two Ankles for a Softball Victory

I knew that eventually I’d suffer the consequences of playing softball with senior citizens, and this morning was the world redeeming its “I told you so.”

Nothing is worse than when both of your ankles swell up.  I’d rather my knees or hips or back or hands or any other joint to stop working.  The ankles, for some reason (well, I know the reason), really get to me.

This morning I woke up, and before I opened my eyes I knew that it would be a tough day.  Down at the foot of the bed were two very achy ankles.  I knew that eventually I’d suffer the consequences of playing softball with senior citizens, and this morning was the world redeeming its “I told you so.”  If I hadn’t hit a huge triple, threw the bat down, and ran like I was chased by the Boogie Man, I’d probably be walking today.

Instead, I am hobbling around in great agony, taking with me the feeling of sweet, sweet victory last night.

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