2 Leagues Down

This spring I'm in two frisbee leagues. The womens league seems to provide more opportunities for me to actually touch the frisbee during a game and listen to discussions about wood panelling as the team runs across the field. The co-ed league provides more opportunities to look at toddlers, dogs, and guys pulling various muscles, diving into the turf, etc.

Again, women--who fool me into thinking they were wimps by trotting on to the field all limp-wristed and girly--suddenly take off like rockets leaving me looking like a chump. But no more, from now on I assume that every woman I'm guarding, no matter how flabby, boney, bored, or giggly, is a wiley she-wolf.