That's Embarrassing

My voice carries.  That's why the subtitle for my blog is "That's embarrassing."  At Coors Field last year, J-Chaz and I were watching a big-n-tall guy throw baseballs in the Arm Destroyer™ radar gun-enabled cage.  When the best he could muster was 55 MPH, I mentioned to J-Chaz, "That's embarrassing."

Only, my voice carries, and everything just happened to get quiet right at that moment, so the big guy heard me, his wife heard me, and his little children heard me.  Ironically, I was the one who was embarrassed, and I felt the urge to enter the cage myself and toss some 40 MPH pitches. 

Except only sissies throw less than 60, so screw that.

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