In a League of My Own

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Last week, Werk was hurtin’ for some ladies to show up for the co-ed softball game. I typically go, but as team mom. I’m bringing the snacks, the beer and the cheers. I was quite content with my role. But alas, they needed me to not only “play” but “play” something other than catcher.

So I decided to really put my best foot forward and dress the part. The whole part. I must say, I played the best softball of my MW career. And karoaked afterwards in this to “You Can’t Hurry Love.” Many thanks to the lads at the window table and their “Dottie, Dottie, Dottie!” chants.

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