In a wildly unexpected display of kickball competence, Kick Away secured another win last week by coming from behind in the bottom of the 5th, down 2 runs, 2 away, to win the f*** out of that game. YEAH! !!! It was awesome. We weren't the best dressed out there (What's up Ball Me Maybe?) but there something inherently terrifying about a giant chicken flying around the field, driving balls from his padded foot with the force of a greek god, and gracefully diving back to first base when threatened with a potential throwdown. When the rest of the team is wholly incapable of making mistakes and simply plays good quality offense, you've got a force to be reckoned with.
This week we play the prodigious Sons of Pitches, who were last seen moping around the field dejectedly after a close loss last week. (Turns out they were just looking for somebody's keys, but it was still pretty funny). I never like to underestimate the power of the Purple, so team leadership has conferred and we have settled on a strategy unique to this particular matchup: we're gonna Get Drunk and Kick Away.