LAST EDITED ON Feb-18-09 AT 12:34PM (MST)[p]14 years ago I was playing softball on a city league team and one lady's husband asked if any of us women would like to play on his company's co-ed team. I jokingly asked, "Sure, you got any hot guys on the team?" he actually said, "No, not really. But we play some teams with good lookin' guys, or so I'm told."
Eh...it was worth a try, right? I was going to play regardless, so I said I'd play on his team. Keep in mind this is Utah and I'm just a 20 year old college girl. When I showed up for the first practice there was one motley crew out on the field. It was a bunch of rough guys from Missouri, they'd just transferred out with their company, a factory, to a new facility in Utah. There was a cooler of beer in the dugout, the guy playing short was smoking on the field, and since it was 1995, most still sported mullets and one guy had on coach shorts from the 80's. I soon asked myself "what the hell have I gotten into?" lol More than anything I wanted to play on a GOOD team, not a sucky bar-league team. I didn't care if they drank and smoked, I just wanted to WIN.
But then, smoking shortshop made 3 outs in a row (and that cigarette didn't move), mullet guy on 3rd made some good plays (without spilling his beer!) and the dude playing 1st could scoop up anything so I thought it may be alright. They were decent ball players and they were fun so when the coach told me to go take Kolby's place and send him in to hit, I happily went out to the field and playfully told him "Get lost, man! This is MY base." He made some sarcastic comment back and smiled and laughed at me, which is something I soon learned he rarely does and not for just anybody.
So we played ball all spring and summer, golfed alot too, and he finally asked me out in August. In October he asked me to visit his family with him over Christmas break and I was freaked out. But, by the 1st of December we were engaged and in love and all was good. We were married in August, 1996 and he's been "Poor Kolby" ever since. LOL