This story begins with a simple statement as, "Honey, lets play kickball." Now, you have to understand, I am not exactly the competitive sports do something with a ball type of person; I couldn't hit the broadside of a barn with a bat and ball if my life depended on it - rec league volleyball is about as "crazy" as I get. I was assured it would be fun. Begrudgingly, I accepted; this was nowhere near my comfort zone - fabulous. Now, fast forward to getting ready to sign up and pay our dues - "Oh, by the way, it's beer in hand kickball!" Say what?!?! What in the hell does this mean? Google. Google. Google. Must Google!
Google leads me to to league's page (Yes, there is an entire league dedicated to beer in hand kickball). What do you mean I have to have a drink in hand at all times in an open cup, I can barely catch a huge ass rubber ball with two hands!?!?!? Too late now, I am officially on a team and scheduled for our first games. I begin reading the rules and am a bit relieved that this is not a serious competitive league that we are playing on (whew! there are actually some of those too), and in the summer time a slip and slide can take the place of the second to third base run - those things were so much fun! I amazingly survive games 1 & 2 and manage to have a bit of fun. Game 3 was a little crazy as the other team was way to competitive and needed to relax a little OR join a different league. Game 4 was a great time, and I have found myself enjoying it more and more. Game 5 is on its way, assuming the weather holds, and my awkward prom costume is pretty much complete. My lesson learned is to step outside the bounds as often as you can, you never know where random and hilarious fun may be found!
And on life lessons, as I am creeping rapidly to the marker of thirty one, there are a few things I have learned - never settle for cheap toilet paper, cheap dental floss, love that isn't the "throw you against the wall" soap opera style, and cheap running shoes!
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