Day 179/365 - Are You Ready for Some Kickball?

I obviously wasn't, given the way I looked like a discombobulated doofus at the plate. Today was my kickball team's first game. We pretty much got clobbered. I'm not exactly sure what the score was because Adriana and I were chatting and lost track of the innings, but I do know they scored a bunch and we didn't score any. That's a sure recipe for losing. Especially against a team as competitive and hardcore as our opponents were.

We barely made it once through our kicking order and in my one turn at the plate I let one go by for a strike, took one for a ball, hit another off my knee for a foul, kicked another one foul, and then when I did finally make legal contact it was just a weak dribbler back to the pitcher and I was out by a mile.

I did a bit better during my one inning in the field when I played short right field. All I did then was run over to back up first a couple times in case of an overthrow that never happened, but at least I was in position anyhow. I definitely need to work on my kicking. Turns out that adults pitch the ball much harder and with vastly more spin than do the 6th graders I last played against about 20 years ago. Go figure.

After the beatdown, we adjourned to the Exchange, the official after-game bar for our division, and went through pitchers of beer like Sherman going through Georgia. At the bar we played the drinking game flip cup against the team that had just beaten us at kickball. They're the nefarious team in purple on the left above.

I'd never played flip cup before and I was only slightly less abysmal at it than I was at kickball. That will certainly be much more fun to practice than my kicking will be, though.

(Taken with my Nikon Coolpix S200)