i heart kickball

Yesterday was the first day of kickball. To be honest, I was a little upset that they hadn’t postponed it. I’m sure you peeps have all heard about the heat warnings and how you should limit any outdoor activities. I thought, certainly WAKA (world adult kickball association) doesn’t want a lawsuit on their hands. Perhaps they’ll cancel. But noooooooo. Kickball was still on.

With my one liter bottle of water in hand, I headed over to the Mall. I was introduced to the rest of the team and started our game shortly thereafter. It had been a long time since I had played kickball (not since grade school) and I really thought I would suck. I dreaded coming up to kick.

The reality was that no one really cared if you were any good. Everyone was there to have a good time. There was a healthy dose of competition (expected). There was lots of team spirit, whether you sucked or not (expected). And there was drinking…lots of it (not expected considering the weather). Frankly, next time we play (provided that it’s not over 100 degrees heat index), I might be tempted to imbibe. But drinking while it’s super hot while performing some amount of physical activity just doesn’t sound like a good idea. Didn’t anyone read about Sharkbait’s bout with dehydration? Dehydration is a real, plausible threat in this kind of weather and it’s important for my peeps to drink plenty of water and stay cool.

Now that my public health concern has been voiced, back to kickball. I actually didn’t suck. I had a good kick during my at-bat (ummm…at-kick?). I even got a compliment on my kick from one of the teammates (that whole team spirit thing). And I had a couple of good almost catches (meaning I kept the ball close and in play). Good times were had by all.

Next time, Jesse and I will have to participate in the post game drinking. Apparently, I won’t know kickball until drinking is involved. Great. Like I need another reason to drink.