So I'm on a softball team. We're the Fighting Ligers. What's a liger? Well, it's pretty much my favorite animal. They're bred for their skills and magic. And that's us...we use our skills and magic...HELL YEAH.
Let's go Ligers!
Use those skills!
Use that magic!

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Let me explain the history of the Fighting Ligers. It's a team of Entertainment folks from SeaWorld. We got together for the first time to play kickball in a SeaWorld sponsored league. We were undefeated! ...but we won every game by forfeit because the other team never had enough girls (picky co-ed rules).
So we decided that we still wanted to play sports of some sort and there's a official softball league at the Osceola County Softball Complex. We joined. The first week was 19-3(our loss), next was 0-13(our loss). The second week was 17-2(our loss) and 1-11(our loss). Not looking good, Liger fans. We finally learned how to play together and where our strengths are and everything...11-14(WIN!) and 15-16(loss...). But we scored more runs this week than we have the entire season so far. We freaking kicked ASS.

I did walk away though with a couple injuries though. During warm up, someone threw me a pop fly that I uhm...caught with my forehead? Yeah...not as comfortable as a glove. And another time when I was running to 3rd, I kinda slid. No, not feet first...not even head first...knees first? I just kinda dropped to my knees and they were trying to get me to run home immediately, but I had time (no one on second) and I banged my knee up...I needed a minute to gather myself. I made a run though! (2 that game though..woohoo!)


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It's hard to tell, but I have a big bump on my head. It hasn't started changing colors yet, but it probably will.


Let's go Ligers!