Game one - not even worth talking about

We got whipped so bad. The captain of the other team had a clipboard and organized kicking and fielding orders. (Once upon a time, I did that too. And Hutch strategized with me on it.) So yeah, I did manage to score a run for the team, but other than that, I basically stood back and gossiped like a girl. Hutch almost kicked a home run. I say almost because he tripped on a patch of grass and someone tagged him out by aiming the ball at his back. Bastard. It's kickball, not dodgeball, jerkface.

I think the score seriously must've been 15-3, in their favor. I didn't even want to know. In fact, I almost asked if we could simply go to the bar early. And I'd never do that. I'm fairly hardcore about the actual kickball component of the kickball experience.