Shocking.

Ok, so tonight was the start of our playoffs. The playoffs are against all three of the super social leagues that play on Thursday nights. We did so well that we had a bye our first round, which is good! But one of the two teams that played before us and therefore determined who we played was the only team that we lost to, Balls to the Wall. They lost two games and we lost one is why we are ranked above them. But they were hard teams that they played, in their defense. Balls to the Wall did end up winning their game, so they were who we played tonight.

I had talked for a couple of weeks about bringing jello shots, which was a whole different adventure among it's self. But I did accomplish it, and it was a big hit. But we waited until after to take the majority of them, I mean, it was playoffs and all.

So tonight we had Emily's husband, George, stand in for one of the players that was out. He played better than anyone could've expected. I think he caught like 3, if not more, balls. Plus he was a play maker, always where he needed to be and even tagged a girl on the other team out. It was quite impressive.

Tim was not however. It just so happened to work out that anytime I was with my new interest that Tim would be there too. Awkward.

New guy was really nice. I never know how is the best to act in that sort-of situation. But I think that we did fine, considering. We talked, when we could without Tim, and cheered each other. There is actually not a lot of time to talk during the games, surprisingly.

Balls to the Wall is a good team. They had guys waiting in the infield for the little kicks that us girls always kick and it was like we had no hope at even getting on base. It was ridiculous. I got a couple of outs (not the good kind, the ones against our team), as well as most of the other girls on our team did that way. But then it was close 5-4 (I think, I know we were only down by one), two outs, final inning and I was up to kick. DAMN. Obviously, my kicking methods weren't working thus far. This is the playoffs. Can't screw this one up for the whole team. No pressure or anything.

I kicked slightly off from where I normally kick. The guy that normally gets it was not as quick to getting the ball. But I could see out of the corner of my eye that it was right there and most likely going to get me on first. But I kept going. The first baseman caught it just before I got there. I was about to stop running when I saw him fumble with it. No Way! So I kept going. It only went minutely out of his hands and was in one quick moment back in his hands. But I was already on first! SAFE!!!

Then he fumbled with it again and it went further out of his hands. In one quick moment I turned back to my team to see what to do and all I heard was, RUN! So I did, I later found out that they were talking to the guy on second, and that the only person telling me to run was George. But I ran. I ran like you have never seen me run before. AND I MADE IT!!!

Thank you George, you believed in me. Apparently, others were yelling for me to stay. But George, you believed in me and my ability to get to second before the ball and most importantly, you yelled loudest and being the only one I heard, the one I listened to. And for that I give you the MVP fill-in-person game ball of the season. Not only did you carry your weight, plus every girl within a five person radius of you, but you knew the exact right move I should make at that moment. And I love you for it. Now back to the rest of the game.

Then the next person went up to kick. They kicked it right in between second and third. I didn't stand a chance and they definitely tagged me out. Ouch, well, at least I had that one great play. And game over.

So we didn't make it to the next round, but that is ok. We had a great season considering it was our first. And last, by the looks of it, most of the team is not coming back. But some of us still plan on doing the summer league. Great things can't last forever though. It is just unfortunate that some of the best players are the ones that are not coming back. Maybe we will pick up what we are lacking??? Who are we kidding, we were lucky to have even had as great of a season as we did. We should be happy if we get a team that gets along as well as we did. Most less win like we did.

So then we decided to go back to Doc's. Bring back an old team tradition, I guess. So we went to the south location, where of course you can still play competitive games. I found out the "pillow game" is actually called "Corn Hole." Or so, it sounded like that to me. I, of course, thought who was first, Bevis and Butthead or the game? But that is neither here nor there.

Now the whole sitting down at the table trick is one that I have yet to master. See, Tim was there and my goal is to always NOT sit by him. That is basically my only goal. But yet I seem to never succeed. So, of course, I found myself sitting next to Tim and diagonally across from the man I am interested in. How am I going to get myself out of this one? So after trying to talk across the table to my interest and ignore Tim, I got frustrated and jumped at the opportunity that Emily presented to talk with those who were playing Corn Hole.

After some time, we got ourselves into playing the game, the whole time my interest has not left the table (luckily neither has Tim). But my interest was talking with two other girls from the team, both that I love and both that I felt wouldn't be interested in him. So no worries.

Some more time passed of playing Corn Hole, he hasn't budged. A little worry, but seriously, he is a nice guy and probably trying to play it cool with me. So, actually, no worries.

Then we lose and we go back to the table. I do win the game of "where to sit" and take a seat right next to interest, but he isn't budging from his conversation. I'm not sweating. He is a nice guy, and lets be honest, I don't really feel that these girls would be interested in him.

I do get a chance to get a few words in edge-wise. But it is hard, they have been talking for awhile. It's cool, I'm still the one he's interested in. I'm not going to go all psycho and demand his attention.

Then it's time to leave. Going back to their place and playing flip cup is thrown out (surprise, surprise). I am feeling a little apprehensive at this point. I've barely talked to him, why should I go and over there and play if I am all wrong about his feelings for me?

Then the perfect moment happens. It is just him and me in that one spot of the parking lot. He asks if I am going to come over and play flip cup. So I responded with, "Should I?"

He walks back toward me with a kind smile on his face and says, "well............I don't think that you and I are going to................work out."

Huh?????? WTF (and I am HIGHLY against that phrase)????? Wait, you are the guy that I was TRYING to convince myself that I could like if I really tried, and you are the one that is rejecting me????? This is not how it is supposed to happen!!!!!!!!!!!

(Sorry, only multiple exclamation points and question marks will really get my point across here)

Then he says, "I mean, I just don't think we are all that compatible."

Oh really??? Just because you had an hours conversation with a girl that will NEVER date you, you now think that WE are not compatible??? But we've talked for hours, about things that were TOTALLY compatable, just not tonight, cause you didn't ever try. But keep dreaming buddy if you think she's going to hook up with you. You were CRAZY to think that I would.

But all I did was say, "uh huh."

He responded with, "you are still more than welcomed to come over though."

Yeah, better chance of hell freezing over than that. "No, I think I will just go home." Is all I could say.

His response, "I understand, are you ok though?"

"Yes, I am ok," he gave me a hug and I walked off. I am sure my jaw was on the ground though. By his view point, I probably looked completely heart broken. It took me so off guard, I don't know how I didn't look completely out of sorts. I probably looked like I was about to cry, come to think of it, I might have been about to cry, how could this happen? I was supposed to be the one to break it off with him!

Lets get this straight. I would not blog about a guy that rejected me unless I felt it was TOTALLY unjust. I really feel (and I am not trying to sound conceited) that I would've been a great catch for him. I am not even sure if he would've been a great catch for me. I did tell Emily and Jessica, "I don't know for sure if I like him, there are definitely things that I have reservations about (lets just not get into that, I feel bad enough dogging him as much as I am) but I am going to give it a shot." And then this happened.

I got back to my apartment, and granted the parking is always bad here, but I had to park probably a quarter of a mile away (which is way worse than ever, just to make a bad night worse). The whole time I walked to my apartment my jaw just drug the ground in disbelief.

And that is when I ran into the guy that lives in the apartment across from us. We call him Kevin Federline cause he always has a bunch of kids at his apartment, always wears wife beaters, has numerous tatoos, talks to people on the phone all ghetto, always is smoking cigarettes on his patio and just generally looks like Kevin Federline. But I usually just say a general, "hey" to him. But tonight, I was angry, so I said, "do you like run a day-care out of your apartment?" He said, "No, why?" So I said, "You just always seem to have so many kids at your apartment." He laughed and said, "No, I just have four kids." Nice. He didn't even have a reaction. It was just one of those nights where I wanted to get a reaction out of someone for the heck of it. You know, just get my mind off of getting rejected by a guy that I should've rejected myself, but even that wasn't possible. Thanks K-Fed.

So that was my night. I am still in disbelief. Of all the different scenarios that played out in my mind, that was not one of them. But when you think about it, I am in no better or worse position from being on this kickball team from where I started. I had a few avenues I pursued, neither worked, but still, both worth trying. Now comes the summer kickball league. Neither Tim nor the interest are saying they are playing. I've met a lot of girls that I would like to further hang out with, maybe I should still give the summer league a shot. You never know what could be around this next avenue...