Ben was an all-star [in my humble wife opinion] and I mostly just stood there and tried really hard to pay attention. I was that girl in rec softball that picked flowers and did cartwheels in the outfield, so I wanted to prove to myself that I can have the attention span for sports. it didn't really work. but at least I didn't mess anything major up. and I was pretty decent at pitching!
and then, like a good beer league, we went to our sponsor bar afterwards. it was a really fun night and I have a puking husband in my bed to prove it.
on our way to the game, I tried for a photo shoot. Ben never cooperates.
[yes, I made the plunge that I was debating on Twitter and I got the bangs cut, but my hair was a hot mess last night and you can't see them].
we're the orange team, in case you couldn't tell.
such hotties, these two.
and for good measure, our good friend Bart.
if Wednesday nights are going to mean dominating at kickball with our best friends and drinking with said friends during/afterwards, Wednesday nights are my new favorite nights.