Showing posts with label kickball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kickball. Show all posts

Monday, August 20, 2012

Update on a DBOTW

Remember how I told you about the douchey guy with purple socks from our kickball league?

Well, much to my delight, we DID see him in the playoffs. His team was the #1 seed after the regular season and my team was the #2 seed. We went through the playoff brackets, playing other teams and eventually ended up facing each other in the championship game. We played the semi-finals (and won) and then played in the final game last Wednesday, in a double-header championship night. (This was on Wednesday, 36 hours before I left for Singapore. After the game I went to REI and Target to buy the requisite trip items and stayed up all night doing laundry and packing. Just to give you some context.)

Dude returned, still wearing the purple socks, on a team that was still WAY too intense for a kickball league that is named "The SoftCore League".

But whatevs. We played kickball, we had fun. Purple Socks guy was way less douchey than when we played them before. We lost the game, but had fun, so we feel good about our second place certificate.

That's all. 

Monday, July 9, 2012

Douchebag of the Week

DBOTW: purple socks guy


So, my office has a kickball team. It's pretty fun. We've played 3 games so far and won 2 of them. We won the most recent game in a...um...decisive conclusion.

But back to game #2. We played this team that was pretty good and they seemed like fun people. Except this one guy. He seemed like a punk.


Disclaimer: my assessment of him as a punk is based purely on my POV and outlook on life. You may disagree. Knock yo self out.


This one guy was wearing purple knee socks and cleats with his kickball "uniform" of too long workout shorts and a team t-shirt. Note: his team t-shirt was NOT purple. Grey, I think. Also, the field where we play is basically a grassy area in one side of a city park. We have rules like "if you hit the jungle gym with the ball in the air, it's a home run. If the ball bounces up the slide or through the swings, it's a ground-rule double." We have cute team names and matching shirts, but we do NOT wear cleats. There is no catcher's gear. It is not hard core.


Anywho, this guy was just kind of a punk. He kicked the ball and once he saw that it landed in a hole and he felt confident he would safely make it to first base, he quit running. He QUIT RUNNING. I was raised in sports leagues that teach you you are always running between the lines. To your position, from your position, any time you are on base. If you are moving, you are running. You hustle down to first base, run through the bag to make sure you're crossing the base at top speed. That's just what you do!


Not this guy. He just strolls into first base. Every time. No running. No hustle. No effort. Disrespecting the game.


THEN. When he gets to first, he proceeds to stand there scratching himself and muttering. And then, when a ground ball is kicked down the first base line, he steps off the base, directly between me and the path of the ball, so that I cant field the ball. He stands there until the ball is about to hit him, then he moves. But by this point, I'm out of position, cant make the play I wanted and cant get him or the kicker out. Grrrr.


In my book, that's poor sportsmanship. You play hard, you play by the rules and you respect the other players - both on your team and the other team. Even in a kickball league played in city parks. 


So, congratulations, purple socks guy. You are the DBOTW. I hope we see you in the playoffs.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Just kickin' it

My office decided to join a kickball league. We formed a team, came up with a name and signed up. We have matching orange t-shirts. It's rad.


We're 2-1 right now, after winning our opening game (decisively), losing our second game (it was close) and DOMINATING in our third game. (Seriously, the score was 23-4. Though we kinda felt bad when we realized the other team didnt really know the rules.....but then we realized it's not OUR fault they didnt read the rules they were provided. So yeah.). We're really looking forward to more games, now that we've got our schwerve on.


We have our fourth game tomorrow. I'm hoping to play a little better than last game and maybe catch some of the line drives coming at me, rather than just knocking them down and trying to make the play. That way, I might not have to lunge at a guy running to first, ending up tangled up with him on the ground, with a scraped right knee and ginormous bruise on my left shin.


Seriously, it's big and bruisy: 4 inches x 2 inches, just off-center. Not quite as bad as the bruises I got playing first base to The Tad's shortstop when our office had a softball team. So maybe this bruise will go away in something less than 2 years.