For the past month-and-a-half I’ve joined in with a group of friends to play kickball once a week.
Yes, kickball. Every Wednesday evening we’ve gone head-to-head with one of the 25 other teams in the league. Yes, there’s a league. We’ve kicked, caught, run, and thrown, all activities which surprisingly can be done with a can of beer in one hand.
We’ve made losing look way too easy. Heck, this Wednesday night, we won but we still lost. The other team didn’t show up so we won by forfeit. Then we challenged another team that was hanging around to a little pick-up game and they promptly beat us. So we won, but we still lost. Which is a bit of a reversal, because so far this season we’ve lost, but still won in spirit.
At least, that’s what our coach would have told us if we were a Little League team.
Besides that forfeit, we don’t have a win to our name, though I’d like to think we did make a bit of a name for ourselves.
We’ve danced on the fine line between competition and performance art. Which, now that I think about it, is kind of how we all live our lives, and may explain something about the bond which has always held us together.
scotth 
lene 
I was invited to a sailing flotilla on Lake Champlain tomorrow, which I’m not going to be able to make. Sounds like they’re going to be b-b-q’ing ribs on the rigs while all roped together on the water. Cracks me up just thinking about it. 
RSS
Bum, you should really let people know that it was costume week the night the guys wore speedios and Kurt had on a boy scout uniform. Nikki doesn’t always dress like a pirate either, but she sure does make a good one! Thanks for telling everyone we’re such good losers.