What's a triple?

I once got hit in the stomach with a baseball bat.

Needless to say, I do not have an affinity for the game.

Tonight, I joined a group of friends for dinner at Casey's, hiked a few blocks over to Rogers Centre, and sat through five innings of the Blue Jays against the Oakland Athletics. Or the A's as they were referred to in one newspaper story... hence me thinking that was actually their name.

Fortunately, watching the game didn't feel like getting hit in the stomach with a bat. In fact, it didn't feel like anything at all. I don't know what's worse.

But, as with everything in life, it was worth trying. And in the end, I enjoyed the part of the game that involved hanging out with my friends.

They were endlessly entertained by my silly questions, such as "What's a triple?"

If I remember correctly, I used to fake injuries to get out of baseball when I was in high school. Though I have one positive memory of baseball when I was on a team and by some fluke managed to get two people out in one play, one on first base and the other on second.

God, I don't even know the proper terminology. If it wasn't for baseball insinuating itself into dating vernacular, I'd probably give a blank stare at the mention of getting to third base.

Hmm, perhaps I've been too hasty in my dismissal of the sport.