Ryan came home the other night and ask me if I wanted to participate in the annual "Swing for Life" event at the school to raise money for breast cancer research. I instantly agreed. I mean, what could be better than spending the afternoon on a swing? And I would probably get such a great workout that I wouldn't have to go to the gym for at least a week. I was pumped! And then he asked me if I wanted to practice. Practice swinging? I mean, I know I am not very co-ordinated, but come on. Well, it turns out that by "swinging" Ryan meant swinging a bat -- at balls being thrown near my face. My enthusiasm instantly waned. My vision of joyfully swinging the afternoon away was replaced with a vision of me standing humiliated at the plate swinging a bat with my tongue out and hitting nothing but air. Unless someone is guaranteeing my actions will cure breast cancer -- I'm not doing that.
In order to spare my pride I have resorted to my traditional way of supporting good causes -- with my checkbook. And I am encouraging others to do so as well. Ryan needs sponsors. He will stand at the plate and swing until he has hit 50 balls. And since he actually has hand eye co-ordination that will take a much shorter time than it would take me. For every ball he hits -- you make a donation. So, a quarter a ball, that's only $12.50 -- and its all tax deductible...
If you want to donate e-mail me at libby_mitchell@hotmail.com. If you want more information, to make sure I am not actually soliciting for some kind of cult, you can find it here.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
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4 comments:
Will you go and support Ryan by sitting backwards in the out field with a mit on your head?
I can't believe that Cate said that--
Just check this journal if you're looking to meet swingers and this blog with ads of swingers closed to you.
When have you ever ducked balls swinging at your face?
I'm sorry - sometimes, the jokes - they just come to easily.
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