Sunday, April 13, 2008

Stumped by a Cup

I am a girl jock--or at least, I used to be. (Lately I'm a slug.) I've had experience in my years with all sorts of sporting equipment: bats and rackets; balls of every shape and size (get your mind out of the gutter); court shoes, running shoes, and cleats; baseball pants, tennis skirts, volleyball shorts, and the infamous "shiney hiney" basketball uniforms we had to wear in junior high; sports bras; goggles--you name it, I've participated in the sport and I have at least passing familiarity with the equipment.

Having a boy in Little League changed all that. I had to buy a cup for the first time. You can read about my humiliation in my guest post in The Little League Coach, entitled Cup Stories.

2 comments:

ladychgo said...

This story is TOO much! Thanks for the GREAT laugh. When (if) I have a little boy one day, I'll remember to call you up when I have to broach such crisis.

E. Peevie said...

Thanks, Lady. Yes, definitely call me. I will be happy to tell you what not to do.