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Thursday, July 26, 2012

Awful Waffles

Good evening WAKA nation, sadly I greet you with terrible news, our usual gmot writer Matt is drunk in Europe. A moment of silence. Humbly I take up the pen in his stead, meaning you get both the awful waffle art and writing from me this week. O M G awesomeness overload!!!!!!!!

From what I understand the waffles have been around a while and have always been a rather likable, drunk, and sort of attractive after you've had a couple, group (like you might start to talk yourself into it then). Unfortunately we've never really had a rival, until last season.

Enter That Kick Cray, the Fraser to our Ali, the Biggie to our Tupac, the Zoolander to our Hansel, and yeah it doesn't get much bigger than that. We only had to play once, and we knew they were the one. At least we were pretty sure after drinking all day. And thus began one of the greatest rivalries of our modern times. Actually probably ever. And it's not even close. We're still in the early stages of youthful romance, like do we hold their hand at egos karaoke tonight? Go for the awkward hover hand? Or just freakout and dry hump their leg? (panic and combo the last two)

Like all great rivalries, ours began before we met on the fields of kickball. We first thought their might be something there during heated matches of T-rex flippy, blossomed on the field, continued with flippy, then there was some more T-rex flippy, and then i'm not really sure what happened after that. But they had really cute T-rex arms.

This Thursday we meet again. If it's anything like last time it'll just be two really really ridiculously good looking teams going at it. To describe it we hear words like "handsomeness" and "incredibly chiseled features" and for us that's like a vanity that we don't buy into. So stop by, drink some orange mocha frappacino with us, come to egos after, and ponder if there's more to life than being really really ridiculously good looking.

We still don't know, but we do know that there was only one really really ridiculously good looking team drinking out of a golden trophy at the end last time. Remember Cray, words can only hurt you if you try to read them. Don't play our game.

The Awful Waffles


  1. Something tells me the trophy is going to be at the field. AGAIN. #waffleshaveitcoming

  2. Dear Stephen,
    Calm down.
    Love, The Awful Waffles

  3. Dear Carrie,

    I'm like the unperturbed surface of a glassy lake. I'm so zen that my yin is yang and my yang is yin. I'm at cucumber levels of cool. If I was any calmer coworkers would be calling EMS to aid their catatonic friend.

    See you tonight!

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