Monkey Diaries Archive

I just got back from playing kickball! Man, it was so much fun that I don't mind coming back to work for a while. It brought back some great memories of my childhood. Of course, I had a shitty childhood so just about any memory that doesn't include a beating from my whacko mother could be construed as great. I digress. Kickball, right? When I was a kid (physically I mean), I was the king of kickball. All I wanted was to join the professional kickball circuit and I had the skills believe you me! Alas, it was not to be. I suffered a career ending injury one summer day that prevented me from following my dream into the big leagues. I stubbed my toe and could never find that magical sweet spot again. But, playing against a bunch of thirtysomething dotcommers (remember the fat kids & nerds on the playground?) brought back the competitive fire I once had and even rekindled the relationship I had with the said sweet spot for one glorious morning.

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