Stud Muffins vs. Smack My Pitch Up

Tonight we finally lost. Boo. What stinks the most about this loss is that we didn’t even play bad. It was the fact that we lost to Dad’s team and they always get lucky.

You ask, who is Dad? He is a 35 year old DB, that wears sweat bands, wind pants, spikes his hair (even though it is mostly grey), drives a Yaris, smokes cigarettes, and plays kickball like a helicopter parent.

Can you feel the annoyance?

Dad

Oh well, what can you do. Like Danny says, you have to win with grace and lose with grace. So, we headed over to Moe’s for some BBQ, drinks, and a round of bean bags.