[commitment] Baseball Anyone?

AO: commitment
Q: U-Haul , Posse, Mute
PAX: Posse, U-Haul, Chainsaw, Wilbur, Rickshaw, Checkers, None
FNGs: 1 None
COUNT: 8
What had happened was:

The Thang:
U-Haul arrived early and got to work setting up the field like a HIM. Left field felt like a sauna was a mildly wet lawn, right field was like a tide pool—conditions were perfect for some chaos. After waiting at COT for the PAX to roll in, we kicked things off with a mosey and standard warm-up.

Then it was game time. We headed to the field and played three innings of F3 Baseball, with PAX like Chainsaw, Posse Mute, and Wilbur bringing the heat. Mid-game top of the 1st, Rickshaw and Checkers made a dramatic, fashionably late entrance, sprinting to the field like it was bottom of the 9th.

After the game, we wrapped up with some Mary until the six was in. Then it was time to mosey to the school stairs for a good ol’ Triple Nickel: squats, merkins, and big boys with laps. Legs were burning, spirits were high.

And then… the Q’s winkie ran out. Game over? Not even close.

A Q audible was called, and like true HIMs, Chainsaw, Mute and Posse stepped up to lead the final 20 minutes. This was a winkie of attrition—the original leader fell, but others rose to the occasion.

COT:
We circled up, counted off, and shared a few words. Grateful for the brotherhood and the willingness to lead when called upon.

Moleskin:
Leadership isn’t about always having the plan—it’s about stepping up when the plan goes sideways. Today showed exactly that.

SYITG,
U-Haul (and the tag-team Q crew)