Anyhow, most people I tell are intrigued by this. "Kickball??" they say. "As in elementary schoolyard with a big red ball, kickball??" Yep. Just like that...only with beer.
It's by far one of the highlights of my week and I can't wait to play. I've become our team's pitcher (maybe because of my extensive bowling experience [cough cough] and history of black eyes from softball [great with pitching, not so good with catching]).
It seems more only because I'm apparently an easy target for line-drive kicks and it's better the ball take me out and roll around infield rather than be boomed into the outfield for people to chase. [Waaaiiitt a minute...they told me that "X" on my shirt was because I was the team captain!]
To prove what a team player I am....and how I continually sacrifice my body (and any hopes for an attractive bathing suit image) for the team, here's my latest battle scar:
MVP status...here I come.
-Katy
