Some friends and I got together on Saturday evening for dinner. While we hung out trying to figure out exactly what we were going to have for dinner, B and I decided to test T's baseball knowledge, which, by the way, is amazing.

After asking about the longest game, shortest player, longest home run, etc, B asked about baseball superstitions. T replied that Moises Alou peed on his hands before every game... somehow it helps his grip? Anyway, so I told them a similar story back from my childhood and I didn't expect it to be such a hit. But that's what I get when I hang out with a bunch of boys.

When I was about 10, we were hanging out at this elder's house after church on Sunday. They used to live up in Novato and had a house with a huge backyard. The kids were out there playing when a bee stung me on my hand. So of course, being the kid that I am, I ran to my mom crying. She said that pee would help make the swelling go down.

So she rallied up 3 of the boys and made them take turns peeing into a bucket. Then she grabbed my hand, held it over the toilet, and poured it over my hand. I was screaming and squirming, begging her to let me wash my hands, but she said it needed time to work its magic. So she grabbed a plastic bag and tied it around my hand, to prevent dripping.

So I sat there in front of the tv, holding out my pee-covered hand, wrapped in a plastic bag. Of course, all the kids sat as far away from me as possible.

Last I heard, pee is good when you're stung by a jellyfish. I can assure you it doesn't help you when you're stung by a bee. My hand still swelled up to 3 times its size.

We all concluded that it was probably more traumatizing than funny... but pretty dang funny nonetheless.