Kickball was very fine.
If you read the very first entry, I clearly express many of my sentiments and hopes. So many people have come, and the state of Kickball is strong. Many of my closest friends have come and will. In our first month, we officially have a rivalry between a black-shirted team, The Pirates, and the white-shirts, The Orphans. The Orphans took their name from a weakest gang portrayed in the movie, "The Warriors." That was very cool. Kate, from the Village Voice, was there taking another round of photos. The NY Times hopefully will be there next week, with a reporter and a photographer. I thought the change to Greenpoint would be big, and it is.
However, I want the spirit of the game to go untainted, and I do worry about it. The kickbrawl didn't concern me, I enjoyed it too, although playful pile-ons can become violent with just one dick. Jens claims I called it a "parable for a race-riot." I believe I said "microcosm", but I should have just said "like", because the field looked like it was promoting a retarded turf war between the Ebonees and Ivories (that's twice this week I've used that schtick).
but, notwithstanding that light-hearted imbroglio:
I really want to maintain peaceful order within the league. People must play in good faith. That means no bunting like a weasel, no pitching like a jerk, and no shit-giving to the kind directorship. Those rules help maintain a good flow of the game as well. Bad, bouncy pitches can get old quick. I should penalize people by having them stand on home plate and stick their inviting asses stick out for a free throw. Dark forces inside my head advise me to institute a technical foul system to prevent annoying bullshit, so please don't turn me into david stern. I fucking hate him. I don't give a flying fuck if someone kicks out of turn, unless it upsets the coed balance, but/so I will make batting lineups. I also don't think it's impossible for the players themselves to know how many outs there are in an inning, and to be honest, I did lose track of it a few times as umpire. But that's because I'm distracted with so many different things, such as trying to put teams together, and trying to make headway with Kate (she is so cool). I don't want anyone to turn away just cause they're dressed in plain clothes yet they see uniformed teams on the field. Anyone can play, it says so on the main page of the site, and damn it, they will. But I will buy an umpire's clicker. While I'm a it, I'll get a friggen home base.
To the Orphans and the Pirates, mostly, you guys were great. I thought most of you had fun, and if I promise you all a good well-managed game, you promise to have more fun. While I can't officially endorse gambling, I'm committed to looking the other way. But that doesn't mean we have to take a buncha shit everytime there's a close call. Duels over the lights' fees are not going to get me to implement instant replay.
Speaking of which...we decided that the fees are $3 a person, or $30 a team.
I'm hoping Kate will send me pictures soon. She took almost all of them, but below, there is one from the Orphans-Pirates brawl.
So, a fine time last night indeed. Note that Jensy's organizing his own team, The "Orange-Sleeves." I know I wanna join it, as he plans to pack it with dames. I cry for that kinda spirit. Hopefully, we can get Calvin Klein to design the uniforms and support the team. We'll be the hottest and our asses will look the shapliest. That's it! Instead of the "Orange-Sleeves", it'l be Calvin Klein's "Callipygians!" YES! Plus, that'l be kinky if we try my new ass-penalites.
If you read the very first entry, I clearly express many of my sentiments and hopes. So many people have come, and the state of Kickball is strong. Many of my closest friends have come and will. In our first month, we officially have a rivalry between a black-shirted team, The Pirates, and the white-shirts, The Orphans. The Orphans took their name from a weakest gang portrayed in the movie, "The Warriors." That was very cool. Kate, from the Village Voice, was there taking another round of photos. The NY Times hopefully will be there next week, with a reporter and a photographer. I thought the change to Greenpoint would be big, and it is.
However, I want the spirit of the game to go untainted, and I do worry about it. The kickbrawl didn't concern me, I enjoyed it too, although playful pile-ons can become violent with just one dick. Jens claims I called it a "parable for a race-riot." I believe I said "microcosm", but I should have just said "like", because the field looked like it was promoting a retarded turf war between the Ebonees and Ivories (that's twice this week I've used that schtick).
but, notwithstanding that light-hearted imbroglio:
I really want to maintain peaceful order within the league. People must play in good faith. That means no bunting like a weasel, no pitching like a jerk, and no shit-giving to the kind directorship. Those rules help maintain a good flow of the game as well. Bad, bouncy pitches can get old quick. I should penalize people by having them stand on home plate and stick their inviting asses stick out for a free throw. Dark forces inside my head advise me to institute a technical foul system to prevent annoying bullshit, so please don't turn me into david stern. I fucking hate him. I don't give a flying fuck if someone kicks out of turn, unless it upsets the coed balance, but/so I will make batting lineups. I also don't think it's impossible for the players themselves to know how many outs there are in an inning, and to be honest, I did lose track of it a few times as umpire. But that's because I'm distracted with so many different things, such as trying to put teams together, and trying to make headway with Kate (she is so cool). I don't want anyone to turn away just cause they're dressed in plain clothes yet they see uniformed teams on the field. Anyone can play, it says so on the main page of the site, and damn it, they will. But I will buy an umpire's clicker. While I'm a it, I'll get a friggen home base.
To the Orphans and the Pirates, mostly, you guys were great. I thought most of you had fun, and if I promise you all a good well-managed game, you promise to have more fun. While I can't officially endorse gambling, I'm committed to looking the other way. But that doesn't mean we have to take a buncha shit everytime there's a close call. Duels over the lights' fees are not going to get me to implement instant replay.
Speaking of which...we decided that the fees are $3 a person, or $30 a team.
I'm hoping Kate will send me pictures soon. She took almost all of them, but below, there is one from the Orphans-Pirates brawl.
So, a fine time last night indeed. Note that Jensy's organizing his own team, The "Orange-Sleeves." I know I wanna join it, as he plans to pack it with dames. I cry for that kinda spirit. Hopefully, we can get Calvin Klein to design the uniforms and support the team. We'll be the hottest and our asses will look the shapliest. That's it! Instead of the "Orange-Sleeves", it'l be Calvin Klein's "Callipygians!" YES! Plus, that'l be kinky if we try my new ass-penalites.