OC girl and kickball? an unlikely pairing

As of today, I am officially a kickballer. Those of you who know me from my Wonkette mention are probably thinking, “oh no. Little miss priss is gonna ruin her mani-pedi with organized sports.” Actually, I don’t do manicures because my desire to keep the color intact seriously reduces my typing speed and I like typing quickly. Although I really don’t know much about kickball, the reality is that I’m kinda looking forward to playing.

How difficult can kickball be? You kick a ball and run some bases. It’s easy, right?

My friend Kate invited Jesse and me to join her team. Jesse’s an ol’ kickball pro so he’s cool with it all (and he was one of the best players on that team from what I recall). On the other hand, I haven’t played kickball since grade school so I’m not too sure about my skills. I’m a little nervous that I’m gonna suck. And as far as team sports go, I don’t really want to bring down the team. So, I’m feeling a little pressure.

But there’s a certain adrenaline rush that comes with the competition in organized sports. The desire to win fuels your performance, which in turn, hopefully drives your team. That’s probably what I enjoyed the most about my previous oraganized sports endeavor—IM-REC co-ed basketball at USC. I enjoyed that people thought that I couldn’t play basketball since I’m a girl (hard to believe that some people still think that these days). My desire to prove them wrong furthered my desire to win which then affected my performance. Competitive sports does have its perks.

But kickball perks are different. Apparently, there’s alcohol and happy hour involved. And frankly, it’s hard to say no to that.