Moving Down in The World (I Need A Helmet)

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Three games, two weeks. Two smashed fingers (and two blows to my genetic future closely avoided), two blows to my shin and now a blow to the face and a chipped tooth.

You'd think with all that we'd at least win one of the three games.

Since these were grading games, we're moving down one league (from E3 to E4). On the plus side, we might be able to win more games now. On the down side, we're now playing against ten year old girls from the school for the blind.

To encourage them, I will tell them that the gift of sight doesn't help me avoid glorified tennis balls to the face.

I will ask the dentist how a tennis ball wrapped in leather is able to chip a tooth on the inside of my mouth and keep you posted. He'll probably say that I don't drink enough milk.

"Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart." -- Tyler Durden, Fight Club.

Stats

Game 1: -3 runs and 5/-3 (total score of 0).

Game 2: 4 runs and 4/9 (total score of -5).

Game 3: 14 runs and 4/9 (total score of +5).