Bonnie's Blog

On today’s show Stan and Terry asked me why I was going to a dermatologist. And I informed them that it’s been a while… I mean for an all over mole check. I’m super pale, definitely the lightest person with the show (ha ha) and so once a year I have to get checked out to make sure that my years as a lifeguard aren’t going to kill me. One year I had a mole removed and it grew back, gross. I went to a fancyshmancy doctor on Michigan Ave. Nice impression the guy made, he had me wait a hour before he saw me and never apologized for it. I’m fine, my moles are fine, I’m doing well with the sunscreen and I’m not going to see him ever again. I quit my new doctor. He had cold hands, didn’t seem to care that he was late, and had a really bad magazine selection in the lobby. Is that fair? No, but I am.

Last night was a playoff game for my softball game. We had a 5-1 record. We're not the biggest or strongest team, and we don't have the best girls on the team (very important in co-ed 12" softball), but we play smart ball and play the field well.
It was a close game and I was in a bad mood for most of it. I switched each inning between catching and playing 2nd, and the inning I caught there were 4 hits to the 2nd base area, they ALL made it to the outfield. There's nothing worse than when you want to yell at a teammate, especially when they make a bad play over and over. We only play for a hour because there's no lights on the field, and by the last inning we were down one run. Then the worse thing happened, two outs and I'm up to bat. I HATE that feeling. I hate everyone looking at me with the pleading eyes, I hate the little shouts of advice, "we don't need a homer, just a hit Bonnie!" So what do I do? I swing at the first pitch and it goes right to the first basemen. He touches first and there goes the season.

We're supposed to go out afterwards, to the bar that sponsors our team, I ditched the team, ditched the bar, I didn't trust myself to sit with my team. I know there's no crying in baseball, and since I got the last out of the game I couldn't yell at my teammates, but I wanted to. And this is softball... can you cry in softball?