It should have said ball game but...I'm over it. As if my life isn't crazy busy enough, I took on the task as board member for the youth baseball league. Someone please slap me and tell me why I signed up for this. So far I have learned that the boys get all the titles in this world while the girls do all the leg work. Having partial OCD doesn't help the situation either, considering that everything I do, I feel the need to make it perfect. Which left me at the office until one o' clock in the morning, without pay and surely not any self gratification.
And the coaches...oh the coaches. Grown men. That act like children. Some of them, I think, believe that coaching a youth league will somehow benefit them on future resumes. They take all of this way too serious. It's a game. It's children. Get over your whiny grown up behinds and understand the concept that we aren't saving lives here.
But...at the end of the day, it's my fault. I signed up for this. Again, OCD is making me keep doing it. Probably until the end of time. Brudder has seven more years and Boog starts next year...you do the math.
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