I was really nervous for this weeks kickball game. You just never know how someone is going to act after a date. The last thing I wanted was for there to be some sort-of announcement to the rest of the team or some over-the-top flirting. I still wasn't sure about how I felt for him. I didn't want it to be obvious that we were together.
When Jessica and I got there we could see across the distance, to the field, that there were only two orange shirts. One of them being Tim. I suddenly decided that we couldn't go over there right then. So we went to the bathroom, came out and realized there was no more people there. So I dragged my roommate back to my car where I had to "look for something."
So she asked, "What's wrong, why don't you want to go over there?" I knew the answer to that question and the answer to the question I had been asking myself all week, "I don't like him." It was just obvious to me now that I was not into him. So we continued to "look for things" in my car until one of the couples from the team showed up and we walked with them to the field.
Coincidentally, when we got there Tim was talking to the pink team from the week before who had just got done playing. Come to find out, that girl did really injure herself more than what was thought. She had to have her dad fly down to help her and she is going to be in rehab for at least a month. Opps.
This week we were playing "Balls to the Wall." And they were a fierce looking team. Even the girls looked like guys. One of our team members even actually called one of the girls a guy on accident in the heat of the moment of a play. Then one of the other girls on their team came over and yelled, "She's a girl," for all to hear. I am sure that makes that girl feel better, just in case someone didn't hear it the first time, now they did. But one of our team members informed us that this team won their last game 17-0. I still haven't read the rules, but I would've thought that there would be a mercy rule.
They didn't win 17-0 on accident. They started kicking our butt pretty early on. We were in the outfield first, where they scored probably 3 runs on us to start. We finally got their 3 outs and went to kick. I barely got done pouring a beer before they got our first three people out. If the game kept going like it did in the beginning, we would've lost 17-0 easily. But we finally got a handle on at least getting them out. We never seemed to figure out how not to get outs of our own. So our time up to kick was always short.
That little time up to kick actually worked to my advantage in this situation. I wanted to talk to Tim as little as possible, and that is what happened. I barely talked to anyone during this game, most less, Tim.
When it was over everyone talked about whether or not they were going out. I knew before I came that I wasn't going to. The game this week was a later one, not starting until 9. It was already 10 when we finished. Most of the others decided the same. Tim, of course, was one that wanted to go out.
I started to worry what I was going to say to him before I left. How do you leave nicely, but yet not lead someone on? Just as I was thinking this, they turned the lights off on the field we were in. Pandemonium pursued with everyone as we tried to find our stuff in the dark and get out of there in a hurry. We were halfway to the bathrooms before I realized that I hadn't said anything to Tim, just walked away. I thought he would maybe wait for me after I went to the bathroom, but he didn't. Maybe he got the hint? Who knows, I am just glad I didn't have to deal with any awkward conversations. One more successful week for kickball, well, minus the 7-2 loss we suffered. But I guess not losing 17-0 would be a success!
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