Ballsome
Yesterday, my kickball team managed to make our way into the championships of our league. I'm not totally sure how we did it - kickball is super complex (I'm not even joking. I thought I understood baseball...kickball rules are like baseball rules on crack*) BUT at the same time, our league is a "social" league, meaning its supposed to be "drinking, with a side of kickball". To be perfectly fair to all the other teams in the league, I think our team, the Ball Flowers, spent a majority of time in the field gazing at the planes as they took off and landed at Reagan (right next door to the field). Or maybe that was just me.
I only bring this up because of the team we played against, the Ace of Second Base. Never in my life have I met such a joyless, sociopathic, blood thirsty group of people. So, I was up to kick second. I faked a big kick and bunted slightly to the left. The pitcher, a raven haired dude with absolutely NOTHING behind his eyes, grabbed the ball and hurled it to first, where I just tagged safe. Only, he didn't think it was safe, nor did the first baseman. Since this is the top of the first inning, and this is right after we just had a speech from the league manager about how "this is a fun league, guys! We're all winners!" I just kind of laughed and shrugged. Well this didn't fly with the first baseman, a guy probably my age, who turned and SNARLED at me. Like this:
Well, this just about gave me a heart attack and I shot back "You're joking right?!" I could see the smoke fuming from his ears. I glance over at the pitcher who is turned to be completely facing me, the ball in his hands, his face curled up into a nasty glare. Next up is Michael, who pummels the ball way just over second base. I get there just fine. The next "batter" pops it up, and I am caught between second and third. I make it back to second, but not before the second baseman, a mousy little girl, pelts the ball in my face! And to make matters even worse, she goes "THATS WHAT YOU GET BITCH" as she throws it! Like 300 style! I am flabbergasted. I mumble to myself "you all need to settle down" and she snaps back "THIS IS THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!"
Then we went and won 8-1. Haha!
Before the game, my team was laying in the grass, taking goofy pictures and contemplating what we were going to drink that night. We are all semi-seasoned athletes, but we also know that this is a kickball league and not exactly the World Series. For goodness sakes ITS A GAME!
The point that I'm trying to get at - its no fun to be super serious about...well...anything. There's no reason to get worked up to the point where you pop a blood vessel over a stupid kickball game. There IS something to say about having a good time and being lighthearted about it.
*I can at least pretend to know what its like to be on crack since I watched the episode of Girls where Hannah and Elijah are on crack to research an article. I think I need to talk about Girls in a different post...what was going on in that episode called "Another Man's Trash"? So painful to watch! So dumb!
I only bring this up because of the team we played against, the Ace of Second Base. Never in my life have I met such a joyless, sociopathic, blood thirsty group of people. So, I was up to kick second. I faked a big kick and bunted slightly to the left. The pitcher, a raven haired dude with absolutely NOTHING behind his eyes, grabbed the ball and hurled it to first, where I just tagged safe. Only, he didn't think it was safe, nor did the first baseman. Since this is the top of the first inning, and this is right after we just had a speech from the league manager about how "this is a fun league, guys! We're all winners!" I just kind of laughed and shrugged. Well this didn't fly with the first baseman, a guy probably my age, who turned and SNARLED at me. Like this:
Well, this just about gave me a heart attack and I shot back "You're joking right?!" I could see the smoke fuming from his ears. I glance over at the pitcher who is turned to be completely facing me, the ball in his hands, his face curled up into a nasty glare. Next up is Michael, who pummels the ball way just over second base. I get there just fine. The next "batter" pops it up, and I am caught between second and third. I make it back to second, but not before the second baseman, a mousy little girl, pelts the ball in my face! And to make matters even worse, she goes "THATS WHAT YOU GET BITCH" as she throws it! Like 300 style! I am flabbergasted. I mumble to myself "you all need to settle down" and she snaps back "THIS IS THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!"
Then we went and won 8-1. Haha!
Before the game, my team was laying in the grass, taking goofy pictures and contemplating what we were going to drink that night. We are all semi-seasoned athletes, but we also know that this is a kickball league and not exactly the World Series. For goodness sakes ITS A GAME!
The point that I'm trying to get at - its no fun to be super serious about...well...anything. There's no reason to get worked up to the point where you pop a blood vessel over a stupid kickball game. There IS something to say about having a good time and being lighthearted about it.
Ferk you ace of second base
Some of my beautiful Ball Flowers
*I can at least pretend to know what its like to be on crack since I watched the episode of Girls where Hannah and Elijah are on crack to research an article. I think I need to talk about Girls in a different post...what was going on in that episode called "Another Man's Trash"? So painful to watch! So dumb!
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