Apparently I throw like a girl ;-) but I told the obnoxious guy there's a reason for that.
Heh. Some of us played a casual game for about half an hour before the picnic, in preperation for the "real" game afterwards... said game lasted, oh, seven minutes before disaster struck...
disaster?
Back in the old days, probably before you were even born...when I went to public school for a coupla years, I was the kid that was picked last when they picked teams, and then they'd put me so far out in the outfield that I never had any contact with the ball. I couldn't catch OR throw...so I'd stand out there and daydream and eat wild strawberries.
I guess it wasn't allll bad.