Jensy chimes in with his report for the first 2 weeks:
Kickball Kronichles, Vols. 1 and 2
Oh hello. A rainy Monday, not entirely unlike the rainy Sunday we had yesterday at the Field of Dreams in the afternoon leading up to Kickball, Week 2. Regardless, just like the week before, we found our field with the lights that we are paying for occupied by baseball players. Unlike last week, though, it wasn't the Mexican Baseball League, but members of the Orthodox Jewish community, playing in dress shoes, with some other neighborhood folks padding out the rosters. And, as our ranks were a total of 5 - 6 if you include the photographer from the Village Voice who was sent to take pictures for their "Summer Fun Issue" on that laughably depressing (weather-wise) day, and 7 if you include her pet poodle named "The Snack" - well, we weren't about to ruin their game just so we could stand around the pitcher's mound waiting for people to show up. So, we took in a few innings of their game, deciding that rather than keep score, they should just award the win to the team who made the fewest errors. Finally, we'd gotten to 10 or 11 people and we announced our take over, of course inviting them to play with us, and about half of them took us up on it, including their star pitcher in an "A-Rod" jersey. So he became "Rodriguez." Two teams were formed, the turn-out increased and three games and a half were played, before our collective love of beer got the best of us, and we retired to the Turkey's Nest around 9pm, presumably in time for Josh Taggart to watch the damn Sopranos. You know, the name of that show still bugs me. But, keep in mind - and here is the lesson to be learned - Kickball Kev and i will be there *every week* regardless of the weather (we learned our lesson about this last year during "high wind day" at Red Hook Park), and we will play as long as there's enough people. So, if you want to play, don't worry about the weather. We had a great ol' time last night, even though i fear i left my gloves there by mistake. Ah well.
If you are reading this, then Kickball Week 1 must seem like ancient history. The sun was out for the first time since the late 90s, and the mood for kickball reached a feverish intensity. You are now familiar with the teamful of trash-talking Pirates, the impressive turnout, the season's first triple play, the field snafus, the Voice columnist (where's the goddamn NYPress? i ask you). Anyway, this is all to say that now we know this league will work out, during both nice days and bad ones, with drinky Pirates and our Orthodox Jewish friends, guys and dames, all uniting under a love of kickball and lit fields. Makes me proud to be an American, or at least a Brooklynite. See you next week.
Kickball Kronichles, Vols. 1 and 2
Oh hello. A rainy Monday, not entirely unlike the rainy Sunday we had yesterday at the Field of Dreams in the afternoon leading up to Kickball, Week 2. Regardless, just like the week before, we found our field with the lights that we are paying for occupied by baseball players. Unlike last week, though, it wasn't the Mexican Baseball League, but members of the Orthodox Jewish community, playing in dress shoes, with some other neighborhood folks padding out the rosters. And, as our ranks were a total of 5 - 6 if you include the photographer from the Village Voice who was sent to take pictures for their "Summer Fun Issue" on that laughably depressing (weather-wise) day, and 7 if you include her pet poodle named "The Snack" - well, we weren't about to ruin their game just so we could stand around the pitcher's mound waiting for people to show up. So, we took in a few innings of their game, deciding that rather than keep score, they should just award the win to the team who made the fewest errors. Finally, we'd gotten to 10 or 11 people and we announced our take over, of course inviting them to play with us, and about half of them took us up on it, including their star pitcher in an "A-Rod" jersey. So he became "Rodriguez." Two teams were formed, the turn-out increased and three games and a half were played, before our collective love of beer got the best of us, and we retired to the Turkey's Nest around 9pm, presumably in time for Josh Taggart to watch the damn Sopranos. You know, the name of that show still bugs me. But, keep in mind - and here is the lesson to be learned - Kickball Kev and i will be there *every week* regardless of the weather (we learned our lesson about this last year during "high wind day" at Red Hook Park), and we will play as long as there's enough people. So, if you want to play, don't worry about the weather. We had a great ol' time last night, even though i fear i left my gloves there by mistake. Ah well.
If you are reading this, then Kickball Week 1 must seem like ancient history. The sun was out for the first time since the late 90s, and the mood for kickball reached a feverish intensity. You are now familiar with the teamful of trash-talking Pirates, the impressive turnout, the season's first triple play, the field snafus, the Voice columnist (where's the goddamn NYPress? i ask you). Anyway, this is all to say that now we know this league will work out, during both nice days and bad ones, with drinky Pirates and our Orthodox Jewish friends, guys and dames, all uniting under a love of kickball and lit fields. Makes me proud to be an American, or at least a Brooklynite. See you next week.
Here's something to help you, lifted from the Kickbacks' website:
