Today my cute 5th grade class played kickball with a neighboring class. I was in charge of the girls’ game.
Here is how it went:
The field was soaking wet, first base was inside of a mud puddle, and the girls were all deep in the throes of pre-teen end-of-school-year angst.
Plus, the opposing team looked like this:
My team looked like this:
That’s right – I somehow managed to end up with an entire team full of girls blessed with what I thought was my own unique combination of uber-competitiveness and total lack of athletic ability. The final score was 15 – 11. We lost. I jammed a finger. Violence nearly broke out among the ladies. The girls returned to the classroom covered in mud and tears.
They can’t wait for a rematch.