Napkin Entry #3: Dumb Things From Kickball
(This should actually be Napkin Entry #0, since it happened 9/13.)
Kickball on Tuesday. To save the suspense, we won, 8-0.
I went 2 for 2, though #2 had significant dumbness.
I was feeling out the new pitcher, who put a mid-speed roller right down the middle. It was too late for me to kick it and it was going to be a strike, so I went to foul it off with a gentle tap.
Unfortunately, the gentle tap went right up the middle.
I hear myself say, "Oh, shit" and book towards first. I think I actually had to jump over the ball. Somehow, I end up on first base, plus they overthrow, so I moved up to second.
Next kick goes into right field, so I take off towards third.
Now, here's where I'm hazy. Brian was coaching third, and he either said "You're standing up" or he might have waved me on. In any event, I round third and head home, head down.
Halfway there, I look up, and I see that the ball is already there.
I dig in and back to 3rd. I'm almost there, I know the ball is coming at me, and I feel my legs start to give out. (I'm really out of shape. Also, the pregame beers may have been a factor.)
I dive towards third, half-diving, half-crawling.
I slap the base as the ball hits me on the bounce. Out.
To boot, I had a nice raspberry on my elbow, plus dirt impacted under my left ring fingernail. I think the oozing has mostly cleaned it out by now.
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That was 9/13, and that's been our last game to date, since Fairfax County has pulled WAKA's field permits. The reason is unclear (though it wasn't for alcohol.)
Kickball on Tuesday. To save the suspense, we won, 8-0.
I went 2 for 2, though #2 had significant dumbness.
I was feeling out the new pitcher, who put a mid-speed roller right down the middle. It was too late for me to kick it and it was going to be a strike, so I went to foul it off with a gentle tap.
Unfortunately, the gentle tap went right up the middle.
I hear myself say, "Oh, shit" and book towards first. I think I actually had to jump over the ball. Somehow, I end up on first base, plus they overthrow, so I moved up to second.
Next kick goes into right field, so I take off towards third.
Now, here's where I'm hazy. Brian was coaching third, and he either said "You're standing up" or he might have waved me on. In any event, I round third and head home, head down.
Halfway there, I look up, and I see that the ball is already there.
I dig in and back to 3rd. I'm almost there, I know the ball is coming at me, and I feel my legs start to give out. (I'm really out of shape. Also, the pregame beers may have been a factor.)
I dive towards third, half-diving, half-crawling.
I slap the base as the ball hits me on the bounce. Out.
To boot, I had a nice raspberry on my elbow, plus dirt impacted under my left ring fingernail. I think the oozing has mostly cleaned it out by now.
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That was 9/13, and that's been our last game to date, since Fairfax County has pulled WAKA's field permits. The reason is unclear (though it wasn't for alcohol.)
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