Thursday Disappointment

Today was one of those days you wake up giddy with what awaits you. When I was younger, it may have be the trip to Florida I'd been I'd been waiting for weeks to arrive, or that big game against your high school or college rival in hoop that was just hours away. Today, it was kickball championship Thursday, and from 7am on, it consumed my being. Pathetic, you may say, but when you are creeping on 30, and when your avenues of competition are now mainly restricted to games of "Scrabble" and "Settlers of Catan", childish athletic activity gets you a little geeked.

Well, it ended up being pretty anticlimactic, and actually quite depressing. We lost 13-8 to our arch rival Chopper...Kick Balls (please appreciate the "Stand By Me" wordplay), and did so by blowing a 2-run lead in the top half of the last inning. I walked off the field know it was our last game until next spring, which gave me new found respect for how Tim Wakefield must have felt in the Bronx on that fateful October night 4 years ago. The ultimate slap-in-the-face took place following the contest at the sponsor bar, when the other team went straight to the jukebox and played this...pretty much the recreational sports equivalent of an Ocho Cinco TD celebration after winning the Super Bowl. Oh well, guess there's 6 months of Kevin Durant to enjoy to get me through to our next kickball battle. And 6 months of Luke Ridnour bricking 3 after 3 and getting his ass kicked by 29 other NBA PG's...ugh.