Our First Win! (and why there is no celebratory recap of it yet)

The full recap of the historic first win of the Oscar Wildes will, unfortunately, be postponed until tomorrow. That is because right now I am too busy icing my face to fully capture the highlights of tonight's game. Now you might be saying to yourself, "Hmm, that's odd, I don't remember the play where Cecilia got hit in the face," and that is the irony of the situation. I somehow made it through an entire softball game without getting hit in the head by thrown objects and even skipped out on the post-game drinks so I could grab a ride home, get a victory celebration ice cream cone just like Little League, and call it a wholesome early night (no drinking, no biking home in the dark--what could go wrong?), yet somehow I ended up getting hit in the nose with a CD cover hurled from a passing car with enough force to cut my face, cause a minor nosebleed, and leave me with a throbbing headache.

Yes, sitting outside Molly Moon's in Wallingford I got hit in the face with a cocaine-covered case of a CD entitled "Mixtape." I am not joking. And this is why I write nonfiction. I could not possibly make this shit up.

So, good game Oscar Wildes. I am going to bed, but more tomorrow.