Greetings Kickballers,
I trust you all had a relaxing week off. We all had some time to recharge the batteries and should be coming back ready to kick some ass in the run up to the playoffs. I imagine things will be heating up nicely as the weather gets a bit cooler. The standings show that this season is pretty tight in both divisions. As a shock to no one, the Ballstards are standing alone at the top of the pile. But while they remain the sole undefeated team, the rest of the teams are but a win or loss away from leap-frogging some other team. This is the point in the season where sh!t starts to get interesting. Reffing becomes a real pain in the buttocks because everyone with a voice wants to argue every call (the closer the call the louder the mouths). Teams start tweaking the rosters and kicking orders. People start making some pretty "creative" (read: bullsh!t) plays, many of which border on unsportsmanlike conduct and should result in lost yardage and a loss of downs. Whoops, wrong sport. I meant to say: many of which should lead to the worst offenders being stripped of all clothing, covered in fine salt, and placed in a stable with some mangy horses needing a salt-lick. (I'll bet a few of you got all tingly with excitement and that's just wrong.) But, when it's all said and done, the dust settles and we gather at Anna Liffey's to take the fight to the flip-cup tables and after a few rounds, all is right with the world again. Just remember, the refs are people too; some with more and some with less experience than you and they are generally doing their best to call it straight and fair. With the exception of maybe...me. I like to make crappy calls just to hear people get all frustrated and watch that big vein in their forehead really pop out and they start looking like their head is about to explode. That's just plain fun. [FYI, the last three sentences were a joke, don't have a cow.] So buy your refs a drink or two at the bar. It will either help to make the best out of what you thought was a bad call and you can make peace or it will help alter their balance and they won't see the left hook you're about to land on their jaw. On a more peaceful note, let's discuss breasts. I, personally, like 'em. And I'd like to do my part to keep them all healthy. If you'd care to join me in that endeavor, please do what I'm going to do and find Robb (Fever) at the games on Sunday and buy a pink wristband or two. Oh, you already got one? So what! You want to save the boobies, don't you? If we all spent as much on breast cancer research during the course of a season (or a year) as we do on alcohol....the cure would be within reach. And we are still in October, breast cancer awareness month, and we should all be showing our support and wearing pink. So let's get the rivalries fired back up, put on some pink, and get ready to kick some balls! 'Til next time, see you on the playing field.
The Ghost
“Kickball, oh kickball you taste so yummy and sweet. Kickball, oh kickball, especially when made by Russell and covered in cheese.”
While there wasn’t a whole lot of kickball this past weekend, there definitely were some festivities. Some games, some parties, some wineries, some home drinking, some working, some sleeping (actually, probably not a whole lot of this)…but now, back to a weekend filled with Kickball! Don’t worry, there will still be games, parties, home drinking and little sleeping occurring as well.
Last weeks games proved to be quite an event…especially for those not present and receiving about 50 phone calls all telling me how much my team sucked. Well, here’s what I have to say to that…see what happens when “The Jillian” isn’t present…shit hits the fan. Ha ha. As far as Ballstards winning again…someone please stop them. And Wrecking Balls…please be that team… oh wait, we play them this week…Christ. Kickelback, you rock my socks… Uniballs…what happened? Mafia, a legit win, I am impressed. Saved by the Balls…really now? … Practice harder! Fever, you disappoint me. Balls to the Wall, come on!! they aren’t even that good of a team. ;] Balls Deep, it’s all up hill once you scrimmage the Blue Ballers. Balls of Fury, I don’t even know what to say. And Teabaggers…way to bag them beasts.
I hope for a good, sunny, wonderful, full-of-happiness Sunday. Bring food and “adult water” so that I can mooch. Do good fellow kickballers…do good.
