The Kickball Emails
After years of Gmail use and almost no spam I found myself receiving daily updates about a kickball team the other week. I assume that I am at the butt end of a clever practical joke. I played kickball in a league for one summer in a different city about six years ago. It was a convenient excuse to get together with friends and drink beer on a school night, but it had a dark side. Of the eight teams in our league, six took the game to a point of seriousness beyond fourth grade recess, and on several occasions shouted insults at our players or the ump, whom our team always kept supplied with ample beer. Sure, maybe a call or two went our way, but if you're going to take the game beyond fourth grade rules, you have to accept the consequences (beer).