From the desk of:

Zac Stashko

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In co-operation with the Calgary Sport and Social Club, the ownership of Slo-pitch team Reasonably Sober is pleased to announce the changing of the teams' name to Tommy John Arms for the upcoming Summer 2008 season.

Along with the change of name, the club would also like to announce other personnel changes:

After the disappointing performance in Thursday night's final Spring playoff game, President and General Manager Jason LaRose has been relieved of his duties. Mr. LaRose will remain with the team as Assistant To The Batboy.

Replacing Mr. LaRose in the President and General Manager position will be Matteo Picone. Mr. Picone is known for his reckless abandon on the softball field, and the ownership believes he will bring new life to the organization. Mr. Picone has hired Zac Stashko as Head of Player Personnel and Chief Bat Whore--Bat Boy...no, Equipment Manger. Mr. Stashko brings a wealth of experience to the position, and the ownership believes he was born for this role.

The ownership would also like to announce the following players being added to the injured reserve list until further notice:

Zac Stashko – Severe case of whiplash from snapping his neck watching all those home runs fly by him

Desirae Lynch - Bad ankle from tripping over the imaginary line at home plate

Matteo Picone – Bad ankle because he wants to be just like Des, and tries to turn singles into triples

David “Nutz” Langlois – Sore foot from kicking a fire pit, then washing the cut in a dirty lake


Other roster notes: Three players have currently been added to the summer roster. The current lineup for Tommy John Arms is (scouts notes appear in red):

Derek
His flip flop rallies always fall short -- Cut
Des
Can’t breast feed and bat at the same time -- Totally cut
Dave 1
Has potential -- Still cut
Dave 2
Uses a girl's bat -- Therefore cut
Adam
Works with LaRose and has a bum knee -- Cut
LaRose
Missed the game sending us to Spring finals and we lost -- Gotta be cut
Matteo
Kid thinks he can play the whole outfield by himself, selfish player -- Cut, Cut, and then Cut again. Probably going to be cut from the little league farm team as well
Zac
Where do I start -- CUT-- I’ve never seen an ERA in the triple digits before, this kid couldn’t strike out a two year old
Tiffany
Choosing to do wedding stuff over ball -- Poor excuse, so cut
Vanessa
Nothing bad to say about VW -- Unfortunately she is still cut
Shane
Learned to play field from Matteo -- Nobody should have to bear that pain, therefore cut
Kevin
Only saw him at a couple games -- Can’t make a fair assessment, but he’s cut
Rich
Great guy, good all around athlete -- Drives a ford ranger--cut him loose
Kara (when possible) –
Another wedding planner who would "be there if we needed her" -- Gotta say cut
Jenny
Is an unknown talent scouted by Dave 1 -- probably is a superstar, cut
Tevy
The other unknown talent scouted by Dave 1 -- once again probably going to be the star of the team, and that is why he must be cut



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35 years old and never kissed a girl

A substantial sinus headache was pulsing on the right side of my face when I woke up this morning. Swinging my feet to the carpet, they were so sore I nearly fell off the bed trying to stand, and I'm limping occassionaly as I walk. My wrist also hurts along with my index finger on my left hand.

Granted, some of these pains are from a recent game of softball, but I can't help wonder how much my physical discomfort relates to me being 35.

35.

I'm officially old. "Five years from 40" as I was fond of reminding Rob when he turned 35 (on our second date). : )

Now, I'm not a person who typically feels bad on a birthday, but turning 35 feels a little different. When I was younger I said I'd be married by 25 and have children by 27.

In reality, by 35 I've been divorced, lived in four cities, one other country, and had one major career change. I could bemoan how little or much I've accomplished compared to anyone else in the same time span, but I really don't have that kind of energy. : D My path is my own and I remind myself not to waste any mental effort feeling bad over what I think I "should" have accomplished by now.

And counting back over my 35 years there are many things I'm grateful for: my divorce, first and foremost, because without it I wouldn't be engaged to the true love of my life and planning a wonderful wedding for this year;

I have many friends and family helping me out with said wedding, and that day we will be surrounded by people I'm thankful to not only share the day but my life with;

My job profile is changing at work for the better and I work with truly fabulous people;

I live in a country that allows me many freedoms, like going to a bookstore and having the salesclerk be so helpful we actually track down the short story my Dad really wanted to read in a Farley Mowat book--which will be a gift to him for Father's Day;

I have the physical ability to play softball--something which makes me feel happy to be alive--although I whine and complain how much I hurt the next day (or week);

We can afford silly luxuries like the Wii, even though it says I'm so over-weight my little computer t-shirt won't fit over my little computer belly. : O

Every day I wake up next to my sweet Robert and thank God for keeping Rob happy, healthy and safe. Who always gives me lovely presents, most importantly his love, and fun things like, "I love Jim" (from The Office) post-it notes and stationary, and "love lottery" scratch-and-wins good for "dinner for 2". : ) Who is a person of such depth, feels something like Tim Russert passing away two days before Father's day as a keen loss, compelling me to sit with him through a tribute to Tim Russert on NBC, which ended with a song by Bruce Springsteen--You're missing--only to discover both Rob and Tim shared the same love of the artist.

I can only conclude turning 35 really isn't that bad at all.