Icky Update and my pelvis hurts

I don't really know how it happens, but I just get put in charge of stuff. Like last year, people wanted to do fantasy football. The boss comes into my office - "hey Dat, why don't you set it up" Next thing you know, I'm Commissioner Dat. Softball wasn't my idea either. I said, "sure, I'd play." Other people did the research, next thing you know I'm the one buying bats and gloves and writing the e-mail updates each week. I'm all about the idea of ' anything worth doing, is worth doing right.'

Last night I was pitching one of those softball games where you feel like you've finally gotten into groove. I have five or six strike outs and only walked two players. Anyway, on one pitch at the top of the last inning, I got a line drive four inches above my manhood and went down like a pile of bricks. Good news is, I got up and made the play at first. hoorah! So it goes. My pelvis is sore and I can still have kids.

Update: Icky is moving around a bit. He hasn't come out of his shell yet. He's probably still exaughsted. It'll take him another few days until he finishes growing his exoskeleton. And I was serious about the Pirate party. This is one of my reminders for it.