You know you haven’t blogged in a while when your photo is next to Charles Borst.

The Frosted Luv Machine likes to email itself.  What I mean is my teammates and I email each other back and forth occasionally.  Usually it’s just the day of the game and the emails are simply an exchange of “Holy crap!  We’re gonna get our butts kicked tonight!”.  And sometimes our fearless leader, Scott, writes a longish email on strategy, which is his way of writing ”dodge the ball, you idiots”.  And sometimes my reply is something that I can’t repeat in a blog, which makes Scott’s entire office and network freak out.  Ya see, most of the FLV are Scott’s co-workers.  I am not.  And I have discovered that emails between me and my coworkers are much more lenient than those of my FLV teammates.  So when I make up my own adjective such as….let’s go with “semeny” (which I used to describe the look of our new shirts) I get replies with “STOP THAT!”  And then Scott makes excuses for me to his head honchos, such as “Clay hasn’t been the same since the accident”–which is a great excuse, and I think I’m gonna start using it myself.

So the other day I used the word “booger” and Scott freaked out.  Scott said if I can’t put it in my blog then I can’t put it in an email.  But c’mon.  It’s booger.  That’s what Dr. Johnny Fever on WKRP was fired for from some station in Albuquerque (so the first thing he says when WKRP goes rock in the first episode is….”booger”).  And if FLS blogger Portsia Smith can dedicate an entire blog about bowel movements then I can write “booger”.  Besides, I told Scott I was going to type “booger” about forty times for this blog.

So Frosted Luv Machine is 5-1.  Of course I just put the losses in front of the wins, but I think it looks better that way.  I don’t think I’m that bad at this sport but last week I was eliminated by one of my own team mates.  Maybe it was for the “semeny” email.  I don’t know.

My son is flying in for the summer tomorrow and maybe I’ll take him to a dodgeball game.  Of course he’s embarrassed by things I do, like front a rock band and imitate Elvis while ordering cheeseburgers at the drive thru (I do a decent John Wayne, too) so maybe he won’t enjoy watching his father being pelted with dodge balls thrown by 98-lb. women.