Memorial Sunday
As is the case most Sundays, a fair amount of Schweddy Balls were found lurking in the shade of East Rock Park. And they had food; very good food. And beverages of the adult variety. This is how we began our nice relaxing Sunday afternoon. As time passed, a few other eager ball-kickers started to trickle in looking to engage in some feverish, highly competitive, borderline volatile kickball! But that didn't happen. Teams were chosen (assigned?) by our illustrious president or 1 of the pink pirates as they call them. Did I mention our president showed up wearing the proud colors of Schweddyness? But I digress; Teams were chosen and the game began. A bit lopsided, I would say. I mean they had almost all the girls! And we had Kyle...how could this possibly be fair? After we kicked through three outs and took the field, I understood completely, we were screwed! Kyle tried his best to make it appear as if we were trying to win, but after "looking into the sun" and making a few nice overthrows, it was clear. This was not going to be a precursor to the all-star game. After helping us into a nice hole, our president had some high level meeting in some other part of the world to attend and he said his farewells and took his leave of us. By a miracle of fate, Libby returned from wherever she was to take his place. Our morale jumped immensely! The heat (and possibly the beer) started to edge out the desire to continue past five (six?) innings and we relegated ourselves once again to the shade to just chill. As for MVP's for each team...now that's slightly more difficult to describe. Instead, I'll try to describe the play-of-the-game for each team. For the team in blue, it was most definitely the one-base-at-a-time home run as the lovely young lady referred to by Kyle as "strawberry" tried desperately to retrieve a well placed kick by "Tall Guy Wearing Grey" without spilling her beer. Unfortunately, the beer was sacrificed. (A moment of silence, please...........) For the other team, I would say it was when "Man With Two Green Shoes" kicked the ball so deep it bounced up the bleachers and became lodged in the second row from the top. A very nice home run indeed. (I should add here that I mean no disrespect in the above descriptions. Either I failed to introduce myself properly or I failed to remember your names. Whichever the case, I blame the booze.) Shortly after the game, Steve and Matt (both rather Schweddy) decided to return from the far side of the park after unsuccessfully trying to start a new division of WAKA basketball, or trying to convince the basketballers to come over and play kickball instead...not sure which. All in all, it was a fine day to just hang out in the park with some like-minded individuals, play some kickball, enjoy some good food, and partake of a cocktail or two. Or maybe more than two. BUT...let us not forget what this past weekend was truly about. To those of you who have served or are currently serving in the U.S. Armed Forces and to those of you who have friends and/or family that have served or are currently serving as well: A most sincere and heartfelt THANK YOU
