Kickball Victory

September 23, 2011

Last year everyone at the doctors office I work for decided to form a kickball team and take part in a Tuesday evening league. We invested in team t-shirts, each baring our individual nicknames on the back. We had socks, sweat bands and wrist bands. To say we looked the part would have been a serious understatement. We definitely presented a united and very intimidating front. However, sadly it was just that, a front, cos as kickball teams go, we sucked, bad. The entire last season we managed to notch up 1 victory. Yes, 1, and that was cos the other team forfeited. Part of the issue is this, outside of the 2 doctors, we are a team of all girls playing against teams that consist mostly of boys with the odd girl peppering. True, we are one of the prettier teams, but apparently pretty, does not trump testosterone. Then if you toss in an Irish girl (me) who has never even heard of, let alone played a game of kickball in her life and figures out the rules only as she breaks them, then you can kinda sympathize and see how we might be falling short in the winning department.

So this season when things looked like they were heading down the same slipper slope, we called in reinforcements. And those reinforcements came in the form of our significant others. Husband’s, fiance’s, boyfriend’s, best friends of the male kind and brothers were all called forth to help us build a winning team. And last week, for the first time ever in the history of our rookie kickball careers, we registered a victory. A legitimate win. No forfeits. I can’t even begin to tell how exciting this was. For the rest of the week we floated on a cloud, talking about it constantly in the break-room, at the coffee machine and across the operating table. For us, it was like winning Olympic gold. We are no longer the team that shows up expecting a serious spanking. We now have winning potential and we like it.

This week, as well as bringing along The Husband, I also brought along my camera to get some photos for the company blog and website. I had no idea I would end up capturing the moment of our 1st ever victory.

Some of the pretty ladies that make up our pretty team.

By coincidence, or not, The Husband was given a random t-shirt with the nickname “Slacker”.

T.P in kicking action.

The Husband on base and hauling ass all the way home getting us some much needed points.

Celebrating the scores.

This is nurse Alli. The sweetest most wholesome girl you could ever hope to meet. Until she gets on the kickball field where she morphs into some crazy monster that throws around angry gangsta signals.

Me guarding 3rd base. Random fact about myself. When I’m in the zone of intense focus, I have this weird habit of sticking my tongue out. Random.

Me hustling to get a player from the other team out. I succeeded. FYI, the nickname on the back of my t-shirt is “Lucky Charms”. However I think its about to be changed to “F-Bomb” for, well, obvious reasons.

Team photo time.

Walking a little bit taller as we exit the field.

3 Responses to “Kickball Victory”

  1. Caitriona Smith says:

    Never heard of this game, either. Will need to google ;)
    Fantastic choice of socks, by the way!

  2. Karen Shinkins says:

    Google it, then play it. Its so much fun. Its a team sport, which is a totally new concept for you and me ;)

  3. Angie says:

    I remember that sticking out your tongue thing from school. It always made an appearance during exams!! Intense concentration required then too.

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