Last night was the first softball game of the season. We stayed pretty close the first few innings and then we just lost it - we had too many errors and not enough hits! Bummer deal, man! And, then, the next to last inning, as I threw a ball in from outfield, my left big toe jammed into the front of the shoe! I think the shoe may be too long (but I had to go up 1/2 a size because part of my foot is so wide), so my foot slipped while the shoe stayed put. I just took off my toenail polish (a nice turquoise blue to match my ipod) to see what it looked like - and there's a lovely black and blue area under the nail. Crap! Don't know if that'll affect whether or not I can play next week. And, we ended up losing 19-9. Darnit! But the pizza and beer afterwards was still fun. Our new teammate is only 25! He was born the year I graduated from high school. Doesn't that make me feel old? Talk about adding insult (age!) to injury (turf toe, I think).