Line.

There is not a book that tells you when to stop. When to tap out and leave the game, whatever game that may be. In some ways, we search our whole lives attempting to figure out which battles to fight, which hills to die on, and when to turn the other cheek.

Many poets, songwriters and lovers tell endless stories about the struggle between the 'heart' and the mind. Many lives were lived focusing on satisfying one over the other. Romeo, Juliet, Hitler, Spartans and Martin Luther King, Jr. But where was the line that they found... where is that spot in the sand... when was the moment that they decided they needed to stop? and why?

I think it is possible to spend your entire life loving somebody who does not even know you exist-- hello, have you ever heard a country song?!

Seriously though... where is that line? How many times can a person be shrugged off before they stop attempting to be a friend?

Playing 2nd

It felt oddly familiar, like the smell of your mother's perfume coming from a stranger on the bus. Sure, I was not the best second-baseman who ever took the field but I made a couple of safe plays and was proud of our first victory this season. There is something to be said about remaining classy when given the opportunity to exploit a situation. In general, the ability to refrain from exploiting others distinguishes good and evil. On the softball field, it separates fun and misery.

I appreciate the other team for their ability to remain classy while we were down players. Sure, in the end, a little exploitation, a couple extra stolen bases when playing against a team with a limp, would have flipped the score and they could have walked away with the better record, but instead they walked away with pride.

After all, softball really is not all that important... especially when playing in the super social league during 105 degree heat.

ADORABLE

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