For the last three or four years a group of friends has been getting together to play a game of kickball on Christmas day. And let me tell you that heading out after the morning craziness festivities surrounding corporate bonus earning day the oh so joyful day, is a great way to forget that you have only been to half of the houses you are supposed to go to, and it's already 3:00, and you're already a bit drunk, and don't really want to go anywhere else other than home. Somehow heading out with a group of friends and kicking some serious fucking ball just makes it's more manageable.
So when this year we decided to add a date after the feasts of all feasts I was rather exited. We decided to do the game a couple days after Thanksgiving to give everyone enough time to digest, and recover from the hangovers (food and alcohol related). it meant that there were no parents/grandparents/aunts/uncles/brothers/sisters/children waiting on us, and we could enjoy the game without any time limits to abide by. No agendas to consider. So we went out and rocked it like we were in fifth grade all over again.
Uniforms were donned. Drinks were poured. Teams were picked. Chants were shouted. Team names were assigned (Boutonnieres vs. Black Spanish Boots). More drinks were poured. And then the balls started rolling. And boy did they roll. And fly, and get smashed, and deflate, then pumped up and fly some more. And there were up and downs all throughout. Psychological warfare was used. Brothers were pitted against brothers, husbands against wives (which is a bit awkward since the husbands team won). And then the trophy was awarded. Or maybe accepted is a better adjective since the other team was in no mood to award us for anything.
Yes we have a trophy. It makes it all the more competitive. And it's not the first trophy we've thrown into the mix of competitiveness among this particular group of friend's. We've also had a couple extreme croquet trophies circulated as well. The kickball trophy is of course the largest and most ornate of them all. It only seemed appropriate to make the trophy for the cup o nuts the best of the bunch. And as I typed a few lines back, the team with the husbands came out on top, which means that for the second consecutive trophy match (we just injected this trophy into the mix last Christmas), I have been on the winning end. Last year the trophy went home with me to spend the off season. This year it goes to a new home. I figured it was unfair for me to keep it for two years in a row, so our team captain is taking it. It was a good game. Because my team won. And it was fun. But my team won.
So now the balls are returned their sack until Christmas when once again that sack will be ripped open and the balls will roll!
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