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Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Pitches be Trippin - TX Live
story began a long time before you and I. But to save time (mainly my
own), I'm going to begin in 2014. There are riots(and worse) in in
Ukraine, Venezuela and Turkey. It's becoming more and more likely that
aliens abducted a 777 Dreamliner full of people. The thursday night kickball league in Austin, Texas is as volatile as ever...It's POPPIN! Let's examine that further.
I'll go ahead and start with the most recent game. We
played against an amazing team called Kicks Like Jesus, formerly known
as the Health Alliance for Austin Musicians team (just kidding, there
was no affiliation, and only one 'A'). This was a game that will be
remembered for many seasons to come... It had it all; heroic plays,
bewilderment, danger, and even suspense.
The game began like any other: I was talking to
someone, and then realized the first inning was about halfway through. I
said to whomever I was talking to the same thing I say every game; "Oh
shit, I didn't realize the game had started! Seems like this happens
I found a small un-mowed portion of grass at the
base of the support cable for the power-line. I got the attention of one
of the new players on the team and said "See this? This is what you
want - you wanna stash your stuff in a tuft of grass like this. You can
put anything in here - booze, condoms, cigarettes, grass, liqour, you
pondered it a second and then responded to the effect of "My beer's in
my friend's backpack, but... I guess I could stash some cigs, cool if I
share that spot?" Of course it was ok. That was the first time I had
ever used a tuft of grass to stash things.
First 3-6 people go, maybe we scored, maybe we didn't.
It's time for me to go in to my position at 1st. I focus in on the play.
My mission is to not get distracted as the first ball it pitched, and
get to the ball or base as fast as possible. My body is poised, strung
up like a bow and arrow ready to be released and hurdle towards it's
target at high speeds.
it goes...Huh? I didn't see what happened somehow. I asked the guy
standing in as first base base coach for KLJ what happened. He said
"That guy over there caught it somehow. It was actually pretty amazing,
There it goes...Bam, misfire.
ball bounces and is caught by one of my teammates , and I stretch out
diagonally with my foot on the base and catch a ball just after a girl
runs through first... I'm assuming; that felt like it was safe. But I
didn't see what happened; I was focused on the ball. The ref called her
'out'. What? I thought she was safe, but I was wrong! It was then it was
time to act like I didn't think it was a big deal as our team cheered.
Then I fucked up a difficult but not impossible catch after that.
So anyway the game ended up tying, so... neither
team lost.Then we played flip cup with them, and we ALMOST played a game
of flip cup for the tie-breaker, but both teams mutually agreed not
too... which worked out in our favor, because our team had horrible
luck, (or horrible skill, whatever you wanna call it).