The commish of the league

The commish of our league and I reffed a game for the blue and orange team (go UVA). Eventually they asked we switch places so that I took over at home plate and the commish got to chat with folks in the field (he does have a silver tongue and I think a number of the girls on the opposing team were giving him an eye that had a bit of smoldering look in it). Anyway as the game ended I ran across the field to get my napsack but James decided that it would be good to just rest for a second. The rest can only be described in photos. Note the dedication to holding the beer.

Picking nose dare

Only two girls would dare pick each others nose. There is photograph evidence to prove it. No need to say more.

Our fearless team leader

Only one man has the champion way about him to get drunk and still look like a saint stepping off a holy mount. His name is Russ and for all this picture does for him, you know he is our leader.

I look evil and other news

Some girls on our team decided to start kissing. I managed to sandwich myself inbetween but the look on my face is not of delight but pure evil. Not sure but I think beer had something to do with this situation. Note that in two out of three pictures somebody managed to get behind the action to look goofily at the camera.

Drunkball

Amber, Isaiah, Miles and I started the league off with a bang. That crazy guy in the blue headband brought up the rules to a new game called drunkball. As the game progressed people started wanting to play themselves and eventually three games of drunkball were being played. No word on how much beer was consumed or how many skinned knees came out of it but everybody had a good time. For those who don't know the rules, I will list them on the attached website.

Those Brits can't eat American Food

This needs a post for the pure fact that this picture is hilarious. Note the bacon.

Game Updates

The game was a rough one as the mud played havoc with team Nothing and the other teams insanely fast catcher. Runs were few and far between but Miles did manage to come around the bags for a run and did it almost nonchalantly. Defensive plays were strong as always. Darren was a speedy roadrunner at catcher chasing down bunters with ease. Jason had some great catches in the outfield and the monster pitcher James took down the other team with some great stats. 5IP, 1ER, 3K, 1BB.

For those of you who weren't there, this weekend at kickball was an awesome week for all those involved. Lets go over a few key highlights.

1. We started with a brilliantly number of 11 players <--a prime number

2. We dodged lightning because we are badass.

3. I got a beer from the blue team as a moral victory.

4. Russ, Melissa, Miles started the game hurt

5. The commish(James), Jason & Darren got hurt during the game.

6. Mud was enjoyed by all.

7. Please click on this picture to get a great view of the facial expressions on Amber & Miles

Napping in right field

Although not caught here, Amber was certainly napping in right field when I passed her on my way to stretch my injured butt/leg. With an equal love of burritos, smackass and kickball, Amber should be around for a while. Her inexplicable final exam at the end of June means that two kickball players have won a beer each from her including yours truly (who tricked her into agreeing to buy him a barrel sized beer). Sweet

The two lady killers

Jason and Darren seem to dominate the team Cassanova market. With Jason covering the hole at SS and Darren stomping around left field, there are few reasons for the ladies not to look towards the left side of the field. Jason's wild baserunning combined with his insistence to do the honorable (albeit crazy) thing on base has netted Anna (listed two posts previously).

The next Albert Pujoles?

Very few men can command respect at first base. Prince Fielder, Albert Pujoles & Ryan Howard dominate but few can compare to Trent. Equipped with his field issue headband and a stellar knowledge of dentistry, Trent plays first base and kicking with equal panache and grace.

Like a rock

Quiet, serene and fiercely powerful, Miles was injured this week but commanded the bench well and first base coach well. He ensured that the team would run the bases as smart as we could. A monster on the flipcup course and beer pong pro circuits, Miles made up for his lack of play with some stellar drinking.

The newcomer in a badass bandana

Dan joined us on week two but showed up in a bandana and everybody knows bandanas are cool. Initially not doing very much, Dan took over for an injured Andy and rocked out at third base playing with poise, badassery, and toughness. Knowing his lady was in the car waiting in the parking lot, the girls of the Nothing managed to keep away...this week.

Killer Baserunner

Anna may not have the power foot like James but she makes up for it guile, cunning and quick running around the basepaths. Forever flustering Jason's mind with her ladylike charm, she is certainly a centerfielder to be feared.

League Leader

Our fearless league leader who has command of a killer right curveball and a foot that can devaste an opposing team just by stepping onto the field. James terrorizes the basepaths and women's hearts as they all fight have a few moments with this tough individual.