Last night we played the championship games of the WAKA New Deal Kickball League, officially ending the Fall Season. My team won in the first round but was then defeated by the team that never stays to party afterwards and takes the whole playing kickball thing way to seriously. Nonetheless, we gave them a run for their money and were leading for most of the game until the extremely muddy conditions caused us to make some errors and gave the other team a window for runs. I’m so proud of us that I was inspired to write a truly hideous poem I for the 21st Amendments, the best team ever:
Oh behold the mighty 21st Amendments,
Whenever there was a ball that needed kicking,
And wherever there was a cup that needed flipping,
Even while in the mud they were sticking,
They left the opponents’ offence in remnants.
They were always the last at the bar to stay,
And because the eighteenth amendment was repealed,
The players could drink their beer on the field,
And a mighty talent they did wield,
The 21st Amendments ruled the day.
Long after the lights of the field went out
These new friends drank beer and food that was fried
Good times had by all, that couldn’t be denied.
As the revelry drew to a close they cried:
Will you play next year? Without a doubt!
4 responses so far ↓
Anonymous // November 10, 2006 at 2:04 pm
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Alyson // November 10, 2006 at 2:45 pm
I love that Micki is part of the blog. I heart her.
Anonymous // November 10, 2006 at 5:06 pm
Best poem EVER!!!! 21st Amendments kick ass!!!
We truly are the life of Kickball!!
lily // November 12, 2006 at 1:01 am
This rivals Whitman’s “Oh Kickball, My Kickball.” Sublime.
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