Kickballin' Sloth: Game 2

We lost game 2.

BUT the shocker is:

• We only lost by like 2 or 3 points!  I think the final score might have been 1-4.  
• Of all the heckling I did, I didn't get punched in the face!
• In fact - one of the guys on the opposing team came up to me and said "heeey, you're hhhhot." in like a totally sleazy way! 
• Kickball is turning out to be alright!

Wiseman took the following pictures:

Based on these pictures you can correctly assume the following:

• Wiseman and I go to the local bar down the street and get drunk before the game.
• Wiseman is swaying.
• I made fun of the dude with the Mohawk.
• Cause I was a little tipsy.

Next game I will take a camera with a stabilizer and take better pictures of the meat market we call The Kickball Field.

I suppose I should mention that in my one attempt to catch a fly ball, it hit me in the face.  Luckily, everyone was watching.

Kickballin' Sloth

A friend recently convinced me to join her kickball team.  I then convinced Wiseman and Lipana to join as well.  So far, Wiseman and I have gotten drunk in preparation for the game, and Lipana has failed to show up for a game.

The team:

• is called the Pussyfooters
• is not exactly highly skilled in the kickballing area
• has not experienced a "winning" season in quite some time
• but has always won the "spirit" award at the end of their losing season.

I admit I joined the team because:

• I struggle with social awkwardness and thought that inserting myself into activities that required teamwork would offer opportunities for me to practice socializing like normal people do.
• the league gets 20% off at Busby's after the games
• there are beer drinking activities after the games.

Here I am practicing my social skills and my beer drinking skills all at once:

Picture courtesy of WAKA Hollywood flickr stream.

The first official game of the season was last Monday, and we lost spectacularly.

I wasn't able to keep track of the score after a while, but I think it ended up being something like 17-4.  I stopped keeping track after the first inning when the other team scored their 13th run.
I believe this was also when I kicked dirt at the other team's runner on 3rd base and found the following to be true:

• Kickball is taken very seriously among league players
• Kickballers have no qualms about punching another kickballer's lights out - female or male
• Kickballers seem to think this is a serious game.
• I am not a good candidate for playing kickball.
• especially when I am buzzed.

However, this was only the first game, and we have a gazillion to go, so maybe it was just a fluke.  Tonight is the second game and we will dominate team "Who Let the Balls out".  The Pussyfooters will reign.
Stay tuned for more Kickballin' sloth...