Totally fun day. Got a text from a buddy to come to his cookout and play whiffle ball. Met his dad, a really cool guy and we talked baseball for the whole day. Whiffle ball was hella fun.
I couldn't hit his pitches for the longest time. Like you'd swing where the ball was coming, and it would drop 8 inches on you. Finally got a couple good shots. Unfortunately the one was a foul ball that went into a neighbor's yard with a 10' wooden fence. Behind the fence was a huge dog. It totally was straight out of Sandlot. A couple guys ended up knocking on the door and getting the ball back.
We finished in a tie because we couldn't see any more. My last hit to tie the game, I got jammed and I think it hit off my finger. I thought I hit it foul to the right side, and didn't even realize I'd hit a fair ball to the empty right field.
What a fun day though. I got one dude we know that's 50 to go talk to some chick walking down the street. I said "Go ask her how much." He opens up the door and yells "hey, do you want a brat?" She just walked really fast away.
Oh dear god, first drunken roommate adventure with my new roommate. She and her boy came home and were slamming doors and ****, it woke me up and I asked her how she was and she screams "I GO TO BEDDDDD!" -- I laughed for quite a while.. then 5 minutes later she opens her door and stumbles out. She crawled her way downstairs to warm up her leftover quesadilla -- and put the styrofoam container in the microwave. I'm gonna die sometime this year.