Kickballin' Sloth: The Final Game

My first season of Kickball has ended.  The final game was last night, and I did the following:

• Ate proverbial shit during pregame warmups
• Chose to laugh instead of cry when I fell flat on my face on the concrete
• Chose to laugh instead of cry at the searing pain in my knee and tiny gravel bits in my palm because I had ingested several cocktails prior to getting to the park.
• CAUGHT THREE FLY BALLS!  EVEN WITH TINY GRAVEL BITS IN MY PALM!
• REMEMBERED TO THROW THE BALL BACK TO THE PITCHER AFTER CATCHING THE FLY BALLS!
• repeatedly called the pitcher on the opposing team a "flaccid penis" because he was a dick.

After our inevitable loss of giant proportions, we continued the night at Busby's, where:

• we are supposed to get free pitchers of beer from the winning team
• we did not get free pitchers of beer from the winning team with the flaccid penis as their captain and pitcher.
• we probably didn't get free pitchers of beer from the team because I called their numskull captain a "flaccid penis".
• I proceeded to slap my fellow kickballers' ass, which happily resulted in surprisingly positive responses.
• Until I slapped the ass of a real life grumpasaurus rex.

I think overall, we did great.  Even though we didn't win a single game.
We did succeed in winning a game of beer pong and flip cup, so I don't think it was a complete loss.


Here are some jpgs of the experience.
Maybe I'll go back for a second season...

I don't know who this is.


But this is Wiseman:

The Field:

Busby's:

and a random super short super artsy video:

 

(All photos and videos courtesy of Wiseman)