Take Me Out To The Ball Game

I pulled into the parking lot with my brother and Pandy in tow. We all grabbed our bags, water bottles and cleats and piled out of the car. We headed across the footbridge through the cool night air toward the dusty diamond. The overhead lights shone brightly on the grassy outfield and chalky outlines. Tonight was our first game. We were to be the feature game on opening night. Kicking off a league of 160+ players and showing em’ how it’s done.

It was opening night for Denver’s premiere kickball league and I was a team captain who, of course, was running a bit late.

My team was waiting patiently outside of the dugout for their uniforms (t-shirts) and my game plan. Thankfully somebody brought a pitcher full of Mai-tais and a case of beer and many on the team had since forgotten my tardiness. Minutes later I was in the dug out getting swarmed by friends asking what position they should play. Having been ill prepared, my instructions consisted of something to the order of “You, you, you, play somewhere in the outfield. You, you, and you pick a base. Freedom will pitch. If you don’t like your position, switch with someone.” I sat the first couple of innings out to make sure things were running relatively smoothly, posted the batting order, changed into my cleats and slugged a beer.

We played a heck of a game, and held a solid lead until the bottom of the seventh inning (the last inning in kickball) during which time our opponents switched their batting order – putting several heavy kickers up to plate in a row. This strategy worked, as two of the kickers were able to round their bases ending the game in a tie. As our opponents moped off the field we ran around giving each other high-fives, cheering, jumping and yelling. The stands also erupted in celebration with us, realizing our accomplishment. See, we lost every single game last season. And this year we started of by not losing. No matter how you look at it, we had already improved. A cause for celebration indeed.

I’m looking forward to another beautiful spring competing in America’s favorite playground pastime.
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Is It Lyn?

After another long day at work yesterday, I went out to my local haunt for some dinner and a couple of drinks. I got the marinated portabella sandwich with artichoke hearts, roasted red peppers and melted provolone. It was delish. I also put down a couple of Stellas. Meanwhile the couple sitting next to me were both drunk, and all over each other. They were a newer couple cause she was playing the if-you-can-remember-my-middle-name-you-can-sleep-with-me-tonight game and was having a lot of fun teasing him with it. When he got up to go to the bathroom she asked me for a french fry. I gave them all to her cause I was full. We had a nice little chat and introduced ourselves. When he got back she left to pee. I asked him if he had figured out her middle name yet. He said no but he knows it starts with ‘L’ and is one syllable. When she comes back he guesses Lisa (one syllable?). Realizing that he has lost the game he just begins guessing: Leanne, Linda, Lou, Liz, Lolla, and on and on. I listen for about fifteen more minutes while finishing another beer and then I turn to them and say, “Is it Lyn?”
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Last night I attended a really fun charity event downtown. A group of about ten of us in my office formed a chair-hockey team and entered as a sponsor/team in the tournament. The benefit was for The Bridge Project. The tournament was located on the vacant, 27th floor, of a high-rise downtown. Two “rinks” were constructed with cube-wall partitions. The floors of these rinks were covered in particle board.

The only two rules were: each player had to remain seated in their office chair during the entire game and no high sticking (one guy lost a tooth within the first 5 minutes of the tournament). Other than that it was absolute chaos for 5 minutes when the period ended. It was tons of fun. Not to mention all the free food and beer or wine that we wanted.

We ended up placing 3rd out of the 16 teams and were awarded with cheesy little metals and a free massage. I just got done with the massage and it was incredible. It was in one of those bizarre chair things (you know where you place your face in that weird cushioned toilet seat like apparatus) not a table massage, but I’ve never had a professional massage before and it felt great. I’m hoping that it helps boost my immune system and helps get rid of this cold I have.

More pictures below.
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An Ugly Match

We won again at ultimate last night but it was an ugly match. The opposing team had a three-point lead in the beginning, but after we moved ahead, the game got really physical and there were lots of fouls called. One guy actually punched me in the back as he ran by me after I scored. I just berated him till he apologized a couple of times in front of my teammates. They never let their girls handle the disk. There was no rhyme at the end. It was a good competitive game but the it lacked in sportsmanship. I also ended up yelling at some lady who let her toddler wander on the field during our game. She complained that we should have marked the field better (we play on soccer fields that are marked off with cones). I told her she should watch her baby closer and be a better role model for her children. We get no respect. Out with the negativity.