That's right Silent Bob, we beat you!
Yesterday my kickball team, The Big Red Ballers, beat The Fighting Cocks by 10! This is more or less the team that creamed us last game with something like 52 to 11. We showed them that we are in competition, we are not the underdogs, and we are here to KICK SOME ASS!
I don't have any pictures because someone didn't bring the camera when he showed up top of the 8th inning.
I played catcher innings 5-9. It's really hard to play catcher when the ball is so big and bouncy, which sounds funny, but it's true.
I only kicked twice due to the ridiculous amount of people on my team ( 30 players to be exact) and the kicks I made didn't help the team much. My first kick was an almost grounder to short-stop, and somehow the fielder got under it and caught it. It was really an impressive catch. Good kick, good catch, I got out. My second kick went right to first and I had no chance. Out again.
Next time I'll get a good one. I've been kicking pretty well at practice, so I'd like to think that the waterbottle full of alcohol had something to do with it, but I also know that would be making excuses.
After sticking around for a bit, Tim and I rode home (him in his full team spandex kit) through Humboldt Park and it was really a nice, but short, ride. I also had a hard time keeping up with him because I was on my Gilmour and he on his Masi, so I was spinning out most of the way home while Tim could change gears.
We got home and I took a shower to clean off all the orange dust. About half way through the shower I felt really drunk from chugging my bottle before leaving the field. That's when I decided it was a good idea to play some Super Mario World on the Super Nintendo. I completed Donut World. Awesome.
Tim and I watched a couple episodes of OZ, we're almost finished with the fourth season.
Spanish homework got done during West Wing and tears were shed during Grey's Anatomy ( as always).
As I lay in bed I thought, "Today was a good day, I didn't have to use my A.K."