That was our team's most dominant performance ever. We were very clearly motivated by the guest appearances of Jorli, Steve, and our mascot Mateo. Some infants look really weird and alien like. Mateo was not afflicted by this, which is fortunate because I would have had no choice but to say something.
I think what's most important here is that despite my illness which has been diagnosed by a medical professional as acute pharyngitis, I persevered and had one of the great kickball games of all time.
As one who no problem tooting my own horn lets revisit my stats. Four for four with a grand slam that capped off a mercy-rule inning. There are two different and conflicting memories of this historic moment.
The first telling, is not only revisionist but it is incorrect, misguided, erroneous, and deceitful. Apparently one or two folks have said that, with the bases loaded, I kicked the ball off the wall and the opponent for one reason or another in her attempt to field it, knocked the ball out of the field which allowed four runs to score. For those who are spreading this rumor - How Dare You!!!
What really happened is I kicked the ball with the force of an Israeli Mossad agent interrogating a terrorist suspect. The ball went so high that JFK air control reported an unidentified aircraft to the local national guard. The national guard activated its emergency, def-con 7 alert and issued an order to the ball to identify itself and immediately remove itself from the airfield. All the while, I was cruising around the bases. And just as the ball was about to come under fire from surface-to-air missiles, it came back to PS 142.
It was all quite remarkable.
However, this was not the only highlight:
1. After leaving Shawn for dead he came up with a series of very nice plays at second.
2. Katie played her first MLK (Major League Kickball) game since 3rd grade and got on base for the first time.
3. Yipper was even more extraordinary than we have come to expect. And he has set a fairly high bar in regards to inexplicable things he has done. With runners on first and second and two outs, Yipper fielded a grounder. Rather than taking the easy play and tagging the runner out at third, Yipper wildly threw the ball to first letting a couple runs score. He somehow got the ball back and decided that he would throw the ball at the ref. I'm not sure what the ref did to him, but Yipper certainly extracted his revenge. The ref took it right in the gut. This Hong Kong style kickball takes no mercy. We've seen a lot from the Yipper family on the field, but this was perhaps the most unnecessary and most unsubtle violence yet displayed.
And one last thing, Yipper popped up with the bases loaded. Should Yipper's new nickname be "the human rally killer".
(As team captain I think we can see that my most impressive skill is my ability to motivate. I do this by talking up my accomplishments and tearing down others. As grand pappy used to say, "Remember kid, by blowing out others' candles, your candle will burn more brightly.")
4. White Dan did his best to molest me at the bar. I was both uncomfortable and aroused.
5. There were some mighty kicks by Zeus, Steve, and Matt.
6. Lauren gave up no earned runs and would have had a shut-out if not for Yipper's charity.
Please see pictures below provided by our photographer Inuit Steve.
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