Allow me to paint a picture of what we were walking into. As our team was warming up by throwing and stretching, the other team was standing around smoking. They had cigarettes hanging out of the mouths and babies hanging off of their bodies. Not even knowing what we were up against, I knew who we were playing. These were the people I was expecting upon moving to the south. These are the people that give the south a bad reputation. These people are "those people".
Instead of making this story as long as I could, I'm going to give you all some highlights of the evenings activities:
- The guys were wearing strip club t-shirts. How do I know they were from a strip club? Well, b/c we make fun of this place all the time, as it's right down the street from the softball field. We joke about making it our post game spot. But they aren't a sponsor, so we're not "allowed" to go.
- In line with the strip club shirts, there was a girl on their team named Destiny. I really don't think this requires any further information.
- The catcher, who had on a shirt that said Hawaii, was asked by the ump if someone had brought the shirt back for her or if she had gone herself. Her response was no, I got this on a trip to Goodwill. This is when Bless her heart applys.
- As Destiny was on first base, as a base runner (yes, this is important), and her little stripper kids were on the opposite side of the field, she proceeded to tell her little girl that she would have to go to the bathroom by herself and b/c she was alone, she had to make sure to pull the paper out first. I have so many questions for Destiny.
And the worst part of it all, was that we got smoked by these guys. They actually invoked the slaughter rule on us b/c they were ahead by so many points. Note to self, be careful when you judge b/c while you do, the rednecks are going to melt your face!
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