File Under: Balls comma getting hit with.

The latest in this ongoing drama, last night was round 3 of the Atlanta Adult Dodge Ball League. Oh man...

We played the Tomahawk Ballers. From what I could tell, they all worked for The Atlanta Braves. And while we certainly had the edge when it came to trash talking, they tipped the scales when it came to pure athleticism. Or they were cyborgs.

They were also very competitive. And seeing as how we were all going to wear mexican wrestler masks for the second half of the game, I think it's easy to say they took the game way more seriously than we did. Which is probably why they kept us to only 1 win out of 9 games.

One of our local news stations came out to do some coverage of the games. So if you were watching 11 Alive last night around... well 11 o'clock, you might have seen us. And if you were paying close enough attention, you might have even caught clunkygirl dropping a few sound bites for the television viewers.

Again, we couldn't have gotten through our beating without Coach C-Dub, this week clothed in sport coat and tie, with clipboard. He's a tough coach, but fair. His best asset: assigning nicknames to the players on the other team, like "Haircut."