One of the cooler things about Heaven is its coed intramural softball games. First off, there are no winners or losers, because we’ve made it a rule that you can’t keep score — the idea being that once you remove the element of competition, everyone can relax and not worry about striking out, or booting ground balls, or being on the wrong end of some bulked-up jock’s macho bullshit blame<\/i> tirade. Instead, we concentrate on the important things: emptying a couple Miller Lite kegs and getting our smoke on — with the more ambitious of us grilling burgers and butcher shop kielbasa with onions and peppers, or watching the girls chase pop-ups in their Daisy Dukes from the comfort of a right field hammock.<\/p>\n
— Of course, when it comes time to pair off after the games and go somewhere to, like, fuck<\/em>, the hot chicks almost always hook up with guys who can actually play<\/em>. Which isn’t all that fair, if you ask me — and certainly not in keeping with the spirit of commun<\/em>ity some of us are trying to foster here.<\/p>\n So I’m thinking we’ll need some more rules.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" One of the cooler things about Heaven is its coed intramural softball games. First off, there are no winners or losers, because we’ve made it a rule that you can’t keep score — the idea being that once you remove the element of competition, everyone can relax and not worry about striking out, or booting ground balls, or being on the wrong end of some bulked-up jock’s macho bullshit blame<\/p>\n