Lovely hair!

We'd lose.

Nu-uh, we'd all win! And definitely add Jessica to the mix, we've got so many talented cooks on the board it's a shame not to get them all together and see what we end up with.

Whoa, Zenkitty is a hotsy totsy. Gorgeous hair too.

We played today after all, though it was an odd practice game where we could use the outfield at all. Anything hit to the outfield was an automatic single.

After all my stress on the subject, it turns out that Triple-A wasn't all that different from Double-A. Emmett picthed an inning. He was a little rusty at first and couldn't find the plate, but he bore down (as he usually does) with men on base and struck out the last two batters. He did a real good job at catcher of controlling the baserunners. He was a little tentative at the plate today, but walked and scored, struck out, base hit and came around to score and popped up. So really he was hitting .333 with an on-base percentage of .500 and had two runs.

We pitched well, and were pounding the ball into the outfield, but had many mental lapses that allowed at least four baserunners to score from third on misplays. Frustrating.

Still, it was good to go out and just play some baseball.

Still, it was good to go out and just play some baseball.

The pure simple truth of this statement cannot be exaggerated.

Which leads me to say -- I feel so betrayed. Very, very seriously.

I think all y'all know how I feel about baseball, and, specifically, the Reds. The game is in my blood -- the *team* is in my blood. Baseball is the first sport I ever understood, because my dad started taking me to baseball games when I was 5 or 6, back in the days of the Big Red Machine. It's the first sport I understood, thanks to my Dad's penchant for taking me to Reds games when I was 5 years old (back in the good old days of the Big Red Machine). I played softball for close to 10 summers in a row, because it was the closest thing to baseball a girl in my part of southern Ohio was allowed to play back then.

The Reds are my team. Even when they suck hard enough to alter the jet stream, I love them.

So perhaps you'll understand my feeling of betrayal, of revulsion, at this news: [link] .

ETA: Jessica would also outcook the holy hell out of us

Aw, you guys are sweet.

Speaking of which, Sandra FUCKING Lee was on The Next Food Network Star tonight. I loathe her with the white-hot burning intensity of a thousand suns. 30% creativity MY FAT ASS.

Tep, please at least tell me they destroyed the ball afterwards? 'Cause, ewwwww.

I can understand people in the early stages of pregnancy not realizing it but man, the women who go into the emergency room because of "severe stomach pain" and find out they're in labor--WTF? How can you NOT know you're pregnant that far along???

Oh, Steph--there was a Graeter's reference on West Wing tonight! Yay!

Tep, please at least tell me they destroyed the ball afterwards? 'Cause, ewwwww.

It hasn't happened yet, but I'm sure hoping the ball will be destroyed afterward. And the grass burned. And the stadium exorcised.

t edit Cash -- that's COOL!

Actually, I'm surprised it didn't burst into flames the moment it touched Shrub's hands. They must have sprayed it down with Evil-Off before the game.

Speaking of which, Sandra FUCKING Lee was on The Next Food Network Star tonight. I loathe her with the white-hot burning intensity of a thousand suns. 30% creativity MY FAT ASS.

I can't stand Sandra Lee.

Is it wrong that my first thought was "but Sandra Dee's been dead for decades"?