Kickball.

Kickball is coming to a close and I've finally reached a level of carelessness. We haven't won a game all year, most of the time it's by double digits, and we never have as many players as the other teams (11). Normally, and throughout the early part of the year this bothered me but now, while drinking and sharing a 6-pack of Old Style, I can handle getting throttled and be found laughing while endearing the past aggravation.

Tonight the final was 17-4 but only because they played a Keystone cops routine in the final inning to let us cut the lead to 13. The silver-lining? We scored first. I'm happy with that and I made a couple of good catches and pegged a runner rounding first from right field.

In other news.....HB Dad's group is turning over. I'm bummed. It's happened twice already. Some of the friends Dylan and I have made are still part of our playtimes/travels and others are not. Where are they going? Some families are moving, kids are getting to rambunctious for the space, and others are having to make different childcare arrangements. I wish them all well and hope that our paths cross often with ample amounts of beer, cheese, and conversation.