A pair of black baseball socks I picked up this morning. My daughter's first softball game is today and she needed black socks for the uniform. Then on the ride home I get a text from the head coach that he changed his mind and now wants them to have orange socks. So I turn around and go back to the sporting goods store that carries our team colors. They are out of orange socks and the shipment won't be in until Monday. Phone starts filling up with text's from parents saying they can't find orange socks. So today will be a mix of black and orange socks. I've been pressured into coaching after I've sworn I was finished coaching... apparently I have no willpower. I haven't even checked out my coaches shirt to see if the size is correct. And I have to leave the game early for my 40th class reunion, and can't find my yearbook. I won't have a clue who most anyone is as I haven't seen them in 40 years, and remember very little from back then (damn hippie years). Today is not shaping up too good so far.