Hola, Kickballers!
Last Sunday's games certainly proved to be interesting and quite entertaining. There were some very good games, some close games, some games that were closer than the score showed, and of course, there were some "epic fail" games. We had it all this week. We had a schedule of three potential "games of the week." One team tried real hard and gave it their best while missing a few key players. One team came damn close but then got blown out in the last inning. And then there was that other one. I'll bet that both teams saw going quite differently in their minds; one in the beginning and one in the end. I'll bet that STL were quite confident and had visions of body bags dancing in their heads. That would explain the headstone that they thought they were going to put on the mound at the end of the game to signify the end of the Maroon Army. Then there's the way the whole thing began: with some chanting that couldn't be understood and some music that couldn't be heard and running through a banner that couldn't be read. I'm sure they all had grand images of a college football playoff game entrance, but alas, it was not to be so. I'm fairly sure that STL were not as intimidated as the IB had hoped. One comment overheard was that their entrance was proof positive that there is no such thing as adult kickball! It proved that we're all just a bunch of fifth graders that have reached the legal drinking age...and we wouldn't have it any other way! Why else would we subject ourselves to the heat, the mud, the rain, the cold, and the ridicule of those who just don't get it? Personally, I think those who don't get why we do this were the ones who were always picked last in elementary school and they've never quite gotten over it. To them I always say, "Join us. Show up and watch a game or two and see what it's all about." Once they get bitten by the kickball bug, then they, too, can start tie-dying their shirts, socks, and undergarments; they can make up banners, and silly chants, and stretching routines; they can ring cowbells and make cd's full of walk-up music; they can play flip-cup and beer pong; and then, if they are lucky, they will have the opportunity to experience a first base 'teabagging!' 'Til next time, see you on the playing fields!
~ The Ghost Man
“Kickball, oh kickball, what do you do when your team screws you over?
Kickball, oh kickball, you bench their ass the next game!”
The highlight of this past week had to be the awesome banner done by the Ballstards…or the Jason mask worn by Dom of the Ballstards…or the signs at Liffy’s posted by Dan of Balls Deep…or the brutal beatings Kickelback, Fever, Mafia and Ballbusters laid down…or Balls Deep tying Uniballs? (what)...Blue Ballers and Sweep the Leg losing….? What is going on here! Kickball is becoming a circus of booze, arts and crafts, Jason impersonations, hot black men, puppies, dirt, sweat and teams winning that really shouldn’t * cough * Wrecking Balls. What can we expect for this upcoming week? Will Liffy’s have the same amazing turn out? Will people remember to recycle cans and bottles at the field? (Yes! That is why there are bags there! Not for trash!) Who will win? Who will lose? Who will be replaced on the field multiple times? Whose sunglasses won’t help them? Who will show up late to ref? Whose team may or may not show up in its entirety? Who will have Jeromy pitch for their team? (Where did that even come from Wrecking Balls?) It is all a mystery when it comes to kickball, and that is the joy of it all…always keeps you wanting more. Till next time fellow Kickballers, have a safe and joyous week full of happiness, booze and hot black men…I mean, awesome men…. I mean people. – (uhh, I’m in trouble)
~your glot
Last Sunday's games certainly proved to be interesting and quite entertaining. There were some very good games, some close games, some games that were closer than the score showed, and of course, there were some "epic fail" games. We had it all this week. We had a schedule of three potential "games of the week." One team tried real hard and gave it their best while missing a few key players. One team came damn close but then got blown out in the last inning. And then there was that other one. I'll bet that both teams saw going quite differently in their minds; one in the beginning and one in the end. I'll bet that STL were quite confident and had visions of body bags dancing in their heads. That would explain the headstone that they thought they were going to put on the mound at the end of the game to signify the end of the Maroon Army. Then there's the way the whole thing began: with some chanting that couldn't be understood and some music that couldn't be heard and running through a banner that couldn't be read. I'm sure they all had grand images of a college football playoff game entrance, but alas, it was not to be so. I'm fairly sure that STL were not as intimidated as the IB had hoped. One comment overheard was that their entrance was proof positive that there is no such thing as adult kickball! It proved that we're all just a bunch of fifth graders that have reached the legal drinking age...and we wouldn't have it any other way! Why else would we subject ourselves to the heat, the mud, the rain, the cold, and the ridicule of those who just don't get it? Personally, I think those who don't get why we do this were the ones who were always picked last in elementary school and they've never quite gotten over it. To them I always say, "Join us. Show up and watch a game or two and see what it's all about." Once they get bitten by the kickball bug, then they, too, can start tie-dying their shirts, socks, and undergarments; they can make up banners, and silly chants, and stretching routines; they can ring cowbells and make cd's full of walk-up music; they can play flip-cup and beer pong; and then, if they are lucky, they will have the opportunity to experience a first base 'teabagging!' 'Til next time, see you on the playing fields!
~ The Ghost Man
“Kickball, oh kickball, what do you do when your team screws you over?
Kickball, oh kickball, you bench their ass the next game!”
The highlight of this past week had to be the awesome banner done by the Ballstards…or the Jason mask worn by Dom of the Ballstards…or the signs at Liffy’s posted by Dan of Balls Deep…or the brutal beatings Kickelback, Fever, Mafia and Ballbusters laid down…or Balls Deep tying Uniballs? (what)...Blue Ballers and Sweep the Leg losing….? What is going on here! Kickball is becoming a circus of booze, arts and crafts, Jason impersonations, hot black men, puppies, dirt, sweat and teams winning that really shouldn’t * cough * Wrecking Balls. What can we expect for this upcoming week? Will Liffy’s have the same amazing turn out? Will people remember to recycle cans and bottles at the field? (Yes! That is why there are bags there! Not for trash!) Who will win? Who will lose? Who will be replaced on the field multiple times? Whose sunglasses won’t help them? Who will show up late to ref? Whose team may or may not show up in its entirety? Who will have Jeromy pitch for their team? (Where did that even come from Wrecking Balls?) It is all a mystery when it comes to kickball, and that is the joy of it all…always keeps you wanting more. Till next time fellow Kickballers, have a safe and joyous week full of happiness, booze and hot black men…I mean, awesome men…. I mean people. – (uhh, I’m in trouble)
~your glot
