Thursday, May 03, 2007
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It’s finally May. It’s Thursday. It’s almost 6:00. You know what that means, folks? Kickball! You only have to read a bit of the backlog to know that WAKA and I are good pals. I even friended them on Facebook. That’s dedication. WAKA taught me how to puke into a plastic read cup… silently. They proved to me that not all drinking games end in fights. They’ve given me an excuse to kick balls… without making anyone cry. You know how much I love listing things, so here’s why kickball this season is already off to a kick-ass start; 1. The Pre-Season party was packed. 2. My hangover wasn’t bad until I tried to stand up 3. I woke up on Friday at my regular time for work… and almost left the house without pants/skirt. 4. No one on my team found me overly loud or obnoxious… this could be because we were all drinking. 5. I played flipcup with the leader of the Division and schooled his ass – for the first couple of rounds at least. 6. I got my ass squeezed – not that that doesn’t happen all the time, but it’s something to think about. So… with t-minus 20 min. and counting until I leave for the first game of the season, I’m off to get my gear on and psych myself up. The people across the street looking into my office might see some serious rocking out and wonder what’s going on. The answer is simple. Kickball. |
