locally, as in this particular life you are reading about, joe camel (go ahead, look up the reference if you don't know it) is suddenly not the most popular camel in media... if you don't know who (if we agree to call a camel a who) is the most popular camel, then you must not watch tv, which is probably most of the world, but for those of us who watch tv at least occasionally (or who find new amusing and potentially classic commercials on the web), you know what i mean... but just what does this have to do with this particular record of a life?... well, the camel's famous line became the go-to tension breaking phrase for the team all through the world series and now, it is the initial unifying joke in the fantasy football league that jackson and enjoy with other friends every year... jackson, by the way, is my beautiful roommate in case i have not introduced her... and there you have some actual life recorded here in this blog...
perhaps, eventually, this will become less slapstick asides vying for yet another bad reality tv show and more direct recording of life which would likely surprise all of us, but perhaps, to get there, this sort of occasional entry beginning is what is needed (how long has this beginning going on?... is this an aside?... well, aside or not, it's been going on since i started a new phase in life by leaving a desk and job and professional life i lived for more than eleven years which would be about a year and a quarter, that's how long, for what it's worth)...
we (our sunday morning softball team, in case you were distracted by the potential aside) did well for our first world series, finishing with a 3-5 record and just a -2 run differential... we were in it all the way, that is - no game got out of hand, we were not run ruled, and right until the last inning of each game we had reasonable chances to win... our biggest loss was by four runs and that was to the team that was booted out of the winner's bracket after a protest was upheld because they had players that should have been rated higher and belonged in the C division, which is cheating if their league knew what they were doing and they (the officers of the board of their league) are supposed to in order to qualify for the world series in the first play... we met them in the consolation bracket (cuz even cheaters get to play in the consolation bracket)... most important, we had much fun (and a little drama, but then, it was the gay softball world series, after all :)
there are so many reasons i love our sunday morning team... the openness and friendliness of the gay community is just part of it... even though jackson is taking a season off, she's still and always will be part of the team... my four or five other leagues are not nearly as organized and have no year-round camaraderie or traveling tournaments or world series... they have two senior ASA umpires for every game (other leagues have either only one umpire or have kids learning how to umpire with no ASA training at all)... we have sponsors to keep costs down and the other leagues are at least three times the cost per game... but best of all, the core of the team is family (by adoption, as in we adopted each other) and the love (and practices and after-parties) makes the softball all the more fun...
and next week, the fall softball season begins and hopefully i will have all five of my leagues up and playing withing two weeks, maybe even a sixth this season... yeah, i love my softball... there's a lot more to this life i am recording than softball and in other entries i'll likely babble on a bit about other stuff, but when i am asked what days is it, it's hump day once a week, but every day is a good day for softball :)
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