Crack!
I was 11. My first year in high school and the end of year activities day comes around. I hated swimming (with a phobia) so immeadiately opted out of swimming. I hated ice-skating so that was a no-no. So rounders it was.

I wasn't a bad sportsman, and in fairness I wasn't the only bloke who opted in for rounders. However, the ratio of guys to girls was about 1:4 and so it came to be mixed teams.

Amy was a very quiet girl. Not necesserily stunning but very "cute" in an I don't fancy you but I like to flirt with you sort of way. She was on the opposing team, fielding. It was my turn to bat.

Finally my chance for glory. As the ball came towards me I swang with a mighty swing, and ran with a mighty run. The ball actually didn't go that far due to it being sponge but I had third base (in the game- not with Amy- I was 11 FFS!) in my sights.

Amy had different ideas. She was determined to beat me to third base(in the game!!!!). I ran as fast as I could, she pelted accross the field and we both made it at the same time!

THWACK!

I was severely winded. I, however was the one running with the bat swinging to and fro. After I finally got up off the floor from coughing, a little begrudged to why nobody had come to help me, I saw Amy. Her nose had pretty much splattered accross her face and she was crying like a maniac. She also cracked a rib.

Amy, if you are reading this, I'm sorry. So very sorry!

You know, it's funny. I never did kop off with her! I wonder why.

/apologies for length and girth! It would have been longer if it was a baseball bat rather than a rounders bat!
(wonderbrawl was pronounced dead on, Thu 30 Mar 2006, 23:40, Reply)