In the interest of full disclosure, I should tell you both that I am a lesbian and that I do not play softball. In fact, if the sport involves people throwing balls at me, my basic instinct is to run away from the things being thrown at me. If you could have a D&D score in hand eye coordination, I would have a 0. Yes, I know, you can only roll a 3, but think of it as a 3 with a penalty applied. It's possible I might have joked that if I'd been even the slightest bit athletically inclined, I might have figured out the whole lesbian thing sooner. That said. . .

I think I love you. In a totally platonic, not at all like a lesbian softball player hitting on you way, of course.

I am always so unbelievably happy to hear stories about allies who step up and do awesome stuff like that. And also, the part about that fabulous, on the spot comeback, following by having to go quietly ask someone later, makes me giggle.

You don't happen to have the gaping fish mouth video of your boss afterwards, do you? Alas. I would love to see that.