If you live in the Central Arkansas vicinity and are between the age of 18 and 60, odds are you play or watch kickball on Sunday afternoons. If not, I encourage you to give it a shot in the spring. Last year, my good friends Marty and January asked if I’d be interested in joining their new kickball team, The Blue Balls. I agreed to play after some initial hesitation due to my lack of athletic ability. I did not know the majority of the players but grew to instantly love our team. We were an eclectic crew with varying interests and yet, it worked. The following season, last spring, we neglected to sign up for the novice league and as a result opted to accept the only opening remaining in the competitive league. Marty and I assumed the role of “captain” and “co-captain” while recruiting new players to join the “fun.” The competitive league was appropriately titled. We were quite literally “out of our league” and as a result, the passion for “kickball Sunday” diminished. Ultimately, Marty and I both formed new teams in the novice league enabling us to revive the good times.
Tell me kickball isn't a blast!
Blue Balls, Season Two
Note the "Blue Balls: We're Aching to Play." Things we know nothing about...
One Kick Wonders
Players, Kids, Dogs (August 2008)
In efforts to rediscover the joy of kickball, I knew only one thing was really missing; more of my good friends. With a handful of the former “Blue Balls,” we formed the “One Kick Wonders.” The sole intent of the game for us surrounded beer drinking, fellowship, and getting a little exercise. We never took ourselves too seriously (and believe me, many do.) Every player on the roster kicked and played in the field. The field requires nine players and at least three of the nine are required to be female. In several instances we had 15+ players at a game and we still rotated positions without bellyaching. That is what kickball is all about! Many times we watched other teams argue with each other or fumble with finding enough players to play a game. Not the “One Kick Wonders!” We cheered each other on, congratulated one another, and threw out high-fives (or low two’s for those who found high-fives to be lame) As a result, we made it to the playoffs! We didn’t win but we definitely didn’t lose either. The only thing that could possibly make kickball perfect would be the uniting of the Blue Balls and the One Kick Wonders.
What will I do with my Sundays now? Thank you fellow “Wonders” for making the last several Sundays excellent!
One Kick Wonders
Chris, Chris, and January
So many alllll of us didn't drink beer. Chris, water? Really?
Chris rarely wore his "OKW" shirt because his number was 69. We created the shirt for a player who wound up not playing. Since the original player would not get back to me with his preference of shirt name and number, Wes said: "Give him #69. Everyone will think he picked it and we all know the player with #69 is generally the team asshole." Sorry Chris.
Go Kristie, go!! Our female all-star, Kristie.
Heidi, Carrie, and the "Chicken." The chicken became our good luck charm. Sometimes we even shared with other teams.