We Could Have Been Contenders
On a hot muggy DC afternoon, my kickball team, Kids Who Can’t Read Good, lost our first Final Four match ever, battling into extra innings with two comebacks before falling 7-6. There were three homeruns (one by me), amazing defense and bonehead plays, a lot of controversy, and a busted shin (mine). People are calling it the Greatest Kickball Game Ever Played. And by people, I mean me.
Down 3-2 in the third, I hot a long homer to left that barely stayed fair to tie it up. The score stayed at the end of five innings, and though both teams threatened with runners on base, no one could score until the seventh, when our opponent racked up three runs. Playing catcher, I got hit so hard from a slide from a girl that I almost blacked out. We scored two runs in the bottom half, but with the tying run on second and two outs, our opponents shut us down.
Highlights:
Running through one of the industrial sprinklers on the Mall with Hev, Captain McDreamy, and Ting-a-ling.
Getting pantsed while playing flip cup and standing there in my tighty whities. That’ll learn me to do my laundry more often.
Doing SoCo and lime shots at the bar with my whole team.
The fall season starts in three weeks. I think I’m getting too old for this shit.
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on Wednesday, August 02, 2006 at 7:10 PM.
