I have a new hobby to look forward to every Sunday from now until October and it's spelled k-i-c-k-b-a-l-l.
Kickball will always have a place in every beating heart, and, well, if you're dumb enough to not seek out a game from time to time, you probably need to rethink your priorities.
Every Sunday we play. Rain or shine, snow (not too much in Brooklyn) or wind, we play. It is a time to bond with your fellow teammates over the terrible call at third and question as to whether or not the ump really knows the rules (which some cases they are too busy taking swigs of whiskey to catch a close call - shhh, everyone's doing it). It is a time to laugh, drink and be merry, more or less forget about the stresses that accumulate during a long week.
This week we played Brooklyn United. A fast, well-played team. Quick on the bases and some relatively good kicking legs. We did find out that their former team name was "Prison" because they have a teammate that was (and still is) put behind bars for beating someone over the head with a shovel in Kentucky. Oh the characters at kickball.
So, if I'm bringing my game face every Sunday to the field, slip and sliding through the mud, making diving catches to my face, nearly pulling my shoulder out of it's socket when whipping the yellow ball to first base, and constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure someone on the other team isn't pulling out concealed weapons, please....
NO TIED GAMES.
It's all I ask. Kickball is a time for me and my team, Zeus' Beard (akst bout us), to show that we are better than you. No tied games after 5 short innings.
Book down. Balls up. Finish the game.
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