My previous post, “I hear pimpin’ ain’t easy. Well, neither is kickball,” I mentioned the upcoming kickball tournament the work joint put on for a charity.
Upcoming = Today
Or rather, still-dark-when-the-alarm-clock-went-off-which-is-way-too-early-for-me Saturday morning.
(Or rather, I spent my Saturday with the most ghetto-fabulous people ever. Who, for a charity, came together to form the most ghetto-fabulous kickball team ever called “Kickin’ it with my Pitches.”)
6 teams with about 15 people on each team is nothing to sleep late for. The competition was all up in the air. And thick. But the high-fives and back slaps were seen all over the fields. Regardless of your team colors.
It’s cool how you can play against someone, but at the same time be their biggest cheerleader. (How sappy is THAT? I must be hungry or something.)
Anyway. Speaking of team colors, we didn’t really have a color. We went with “ghetto.” Which is much more our style.
We ran. We slid in the grass. We occasionally scored a run.
But when we thought about it…we really won.
We didn’t consider losing to be:
- Spending a perfect Fall day with friends and families
- Cheering each other on as we rounded the base
- Cheering the other teams on as they rounded the base
- High-fiving everyone…whether they won or lost
- Grilling hot dogs and drinking a cold one
So, all in all…we totally swept it.
For a good cause.