I've talked about kickball many times on this blog but I don't think I've explained why I love this game. Simply put, I have a lot of fun playing with my fellow friends. The key word is fun; as in, there are no competitive trappings involved. While we tease each other and pretend to act competitive, we just enjoy playing together.
Playing a game is far off from observing a game. Being on the field with the wind blowing, the sun shining in your face and the outcome of the inning/overall game resting in you and your friends' hands is awesome. Maybe this represents my anxiety-filled/control freak side, but having an actual hand in the outcome of the game is empowering.
Playing kickball for three to four hours every Sunday is a great way of spending some time outside. Even though my body is sore for a few days after every game, I don't care. The pain and sores pass, but the memories of having fun are hard to forget.
Yesterday, we played three full games in some glorious, non-humid weather. Since the baseball diamond was already in use by some people playing kickball with dodgeballs (yes, kick-dodgeball or something like that), we played on the grass. Yes, we play better on grass. By the 9th inning of the third and final game, it started to drizzle and the team I was on just tied the game. I helped advance the winning run to third base by getting onto base. I don't remember what all happened, but we won 6-5.
While it was cool to win a game, what was important (and I feel is always important) is the level of fun experienced.
Playing a game is far off from observing a game. Being on the field with the wind blowing, the sun shining in your face and the outcome of the inning/overall game resting in you and your friends' hands is awesome. Maybe this represents my anxiety-filled/control freak side, but having an actual hand in the outcome of the game is empowering.
Playing kickball for three to four hours every Sunday is a great way of spending some time outside. Even though my body is sore for a few days after every game, I don't care. The pain and sores pass, but the memories of having fun are hard to forget.
Yesterday, we played three full games in some glorious, non-humid weather. Since the baseball diamond was already in use by some people playing kickball with dodgeballs (yes, kick-dodgeball or something like that), we played on the grass. Yes, we play better on grass. By the 9th inning of the third and final game, it started to drizzle and the team I was on just tied the game. I helped advance the winning run to third base by getting onto base. I don't remember what all happened, but we won 6-5.
While it was cool to win a game, what was important (and I feel is always important) is the level of fun experienced.
Comments
Heh, I can already envision your next writing project once the book is done: the screenplay for Kickball: The Movie.