The Grumpyville city summer sports leagues are always popular, with different divisions for all levels of talent.
Usually one of the best teams in town is 8 guys who all work at Local Pizza. The manager there is the husband of one of my patients. The Pizza Boys have a feared reputation in their division, as they've been friends since high school and play together year round. They've only rarely been defeated.
Until this month.
Mrs. Pizza came in for a routine visit, and I asked how her husband's team did this year.
She paused, then began laughing. Hysterically. When she finally calmed down she told me they'd lost EVERY. SINGLE. GAME. By huge margins, too.
I asked her how this could happen. Was one sick? Injured? Dead? These guys are
good (at least by city league standards).
And she began laughing again.
Apparently, due to a busy day at the restaurant, they sent one guy's girlfriend to sign them up at the city park that runs the leagues.
She signed them up for division 5 (normally they play in division 3) by mistake.
Division 5 is guys who are either recently-retired from the NBA, or who came really close to getting into the pro leagues, but weren't quite good enough.
But they are, however, a helluva lot better than a bunch of guys who run a pizza joint.
I was laughing so hard it pretty much ended the visit.
