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Note: I fucked up the time on the last post it should have been 0015 May 18th, whatever.

Sunday May18th, 0715

I wake up angry. I have to pee. I wanted to sleep more. I take care of that thing I mentioned earlier and I slink back into bed. Pete calls me about 10 minutes after that right when I think I’m about fall asleep again. He’s buying bagels, and “yes I want one.” I close my eyes again. Pete calls again do I want a coffee, “no, I don’t want a coffee.” I close my eyes for a little while longer. I call Pete, “Actually, I do want a coffee.” I close my eyes again, 10 minutes later Pete is home and rustles around and he begins to defile the bathroom. After he is done, he leaves, and then returns about 15 minutes after that. I’m still in bed. He opens my door; I give him a disgusted look, go out and eat my bagel. We need to be at the fields by 830 since our game is at 900.

We get to the fields at 845; we don’t see any Frisbees or Frisbee people anywhere. We start to wander if we fucked up the weekends some how. Pete calls the scheibers and apparently the games don’t start until 1000. Shit. Well at least there is a Bass Pro Shop around so we drive over to waste some time there. It doesn’t open until 1000, so we decide to go to target instead. I cruise the bulk candy isle for about 15 minutes, sampling the different kinds of treats. I’m pretty sure this is frowned upon, but I love jelly beans. We both spend some money on things we don’t really need and then get the fields at 945. We make it all the way to semis, and end up losing because everyone’s hangovers, and 100 mile bike rides and only having two subs, catches up with us.