I wanted you all to know that I have now entered the exciting world of competitive skeeball. Although I’m fairly certain the league I joined places less emphasis on actual competition and more emphasis on drinking, t-shirts and coming up with catchy team names. Thanks to Jess, ours is “Skeecret Service,” and  somehow I have been made a team captain. When examining how this happened, I can only imagine it’s due to one of two reasons: 1) When the league organizer called and asked how I heard about them, I told him my dad bought my mom a skeeball lane for mothers day (because that’s how my family rolls), which made me wonder if there were leagues out there, and the rest is history. (His response was “Soooo, the internet?”) or 2) I signed up first.