Every year, the companies in the surrounding area get together and compete against each other in a friendly competition. The event is aptly named The Corporate Games. This is the first year that I’ve been able to participate, so I signed up for the dodge ball team. If you can dodge a stapler, you can dodge a ball!
In order to help me prepare, my wife has been throwing stuff at me at home. Some sort of honing my reflexes thing. There are just two problems with that. One, she was throwing stuff at me long before I signed up for the dodge ball team. And two, if I couldn’t dodge a slow-moving towel ball, what made her think I could dodge a quickly thrown frying pan?
Fifteen stitches later...
