is this going to be like t-ball? can i bring treats?

a couple weeks ago mike told me he joined our ward softball team. i snorted. then i looked at him. he wasn't joking.
me: "isn't softball for girls?"
mike: "guys play too."
me: "is it like t-ball? with the stand so you can hit the ball?"
mike. "no. they pitch it to you."
me: "oh. are you sure you can even hit a ball?"

he stopped talking to me. the season started. i missed the first two games for various important reasons (aka so you think you can dance and the fashion show) and mike would come home telling me how awesome they were and how they were slaughtering the other teams. so one night i went to a game. it was thoroughly entertaining. and our poor team got walloped by 20 or so runs. i decided maybe that particular game wasn't a fair assessment of mike's awesome softball abilities. so i recruited louter and we braved another men's softball game.this is louter (real name: lara) munching on what was supposed to be hot dogs and popcorn. but we re-established that hot dogs are vile and a bag of popcorn is for when you are feeling slightly depressed, have a good chick flick, and can eat the whole bag by yourself. so we settled for root beer float bars and brown sugar & cinnamon pop-tarts.

the husband getting a pre-game pep talk. pretty sure there was some grunting and chest bumping.

other team's pitcher. very intimidating.

photo of the day goes to louter, who captured the above gem. that's right, he's that good.

sigh. and then the camera died. but he really can hit the ball! you learn something new everyday.