Kickball: Game 2

Boom goes Dynamite.

Game 2 went a lot better than Game 1. We ended up scoring about 11 runs and held our opponents to only two. So we got that going for us, which is nice. We had a new ump for half of it, and she was actually pretty good. Then of course we got the guy from last week and he screwed us over again. Seriously the guy has it out for us. I don't know why, I think it is a vast conspiracy.

I think the best part was the guy on the other team who took it all a little too seriously because we shelled him early on. Always have to love that guy.

Everything went well, even if I did injure myself. Yes, I freaking got a cramp in my leg while running home. Seriously, how sad is that? Maybe I should start working out a little more. Nah.

In other news Betsy pitched a complete game and we had a lot fewer errors in the field.

Next week is memorial day so there is going to be a pick up game instead of a real one. The whole plan is to drink before. I think this will work out great.

Kickball: Game 1

So, it turns out that I'm not the only one who sucks.

Thankfully my whole team is pretty terrible at kickball. We didn't even score a run. We lost 5-0 in kickball. Yes. We didn't score. I'd like to think we are the Kansas City Royals of the kick ball world. If there is a kickball world.

I did learn something on Friday though. I learned no one should make fun of Manny for forgetting how many outs there are. As hard as we tried, we couldn't seem to remember. I think it was due to a massive conspiracy by the ump to screw us over, or it could be that everyone on the team drinks heavily. Either way, cut Manny a little slack.

All in all though it was fun. Never hurts to run around outside and act like a kid again. Plus I've taken to first base pretty well. Even if I can't kick the ball out of the infield. Don't look at me.

In other news, I don't want to speak about the Sabres. Anyone who mentions them will be shot.

P.S. That picture is of Allison Stokke. If you haven't heard about her, go do a search. She should make everyone feel better.

The Sport of Kings: Kickball

So tomorrow me and about ten out of shape kinda lazy people take to a field on the Lower East Side to compete in a test of wits and agility. Yes, we are going to play kickball.

This all started a couple weeks ago when a friend of mine called me up to ask if I would like to participate in a co-ed (beer?) league that plays kickball every Friday night. How can one say no? I think this is the same league that also plays dodge ball, which I think would be better suited for. I'm actually kinda nervous for tomorrow.

You see I am the most nonathletic human being alive. I'm pretty sure Mike can vouch for my high school P.E. days (huzzah awkward volleyball!) and I know that Collin and RC can vouch for college where I went out of my way to not do any physical activity. I was the second laziest person alive, the number one was my old roommate who smoked himself retarded and dropped out of college.

So you can see my problem. I'm hoping that the game is as easy as I remember. Someone reminded me that everyone is good at kickball. Apparently they have never seen me involved in physical activity. Either way, I will keep track of our progress here. Tomorrow Team Drop Kick (I wanted to be Jim Thome's Crushed Rib Cage but nooooooo) will take on Team Cubbyhole which I'm pretty sure is a reference to the lesbian bar in the village. Enjoy your death trap ladies!