Because, what if we suddenly suck as the season progresses?
I joined an intramural kickball team, and tonight was our first game.
The rules allow everyone to play an equal amount of time. And I think everyone had a chance to score at least once.
We had fun. So there’s that.
And we quickly determined the “weak spot” in the outfield, but I never kicked the ball that far. We do have strong guys who can blast them into the upper troposphere (I said I’d brag, not grossly exaggerate), and we have a girl who’s played soccer and another girl who plays hockey. Lots of strong legs.
My strategy from now on is just to get on base, because my legs cannot do what theirs can.
Also, I played catcher. And my team fielded really well. They knew where and how to move the ball; everyone knew how to throw people out.
The teams switched leads throughout the game, but we got to kick at the bottom of the last inning, where a team member coached at third base. We confirmed our legitimacy with that. We needed two runs to win, and I had pop-flied out, but the rest of the lineup delivered. And when we scored the winning run, the game ended. We high-fived and cheered the losing team; and we almost got away with sneaking the game ball — the victory ball — off the field, mostly because the next two teams were praying with the referees to begin the next game.
Prayer will get you every time.
That’s why I don’t close my eyes when I pray.
We like each other quite a bit, and I’m actually not surprised by that. There was constructive coaching and serious fun. I’m honored to be playing with my team.
We’re actually a good team.
So maybe I’ll just keep bragging.
Which will mean even more once we figure out a name for ourselves.