Bay-to-Breakers is over til next year. sad.
Memorial Day has come and gone. sad.
But brighten up kickbrawlers, fun in the sun is yet to be had. That’s right, it’s time for SFKBC’s 7th inning stretch!>
It’s no ordinary kickball game, we’ve got some big plans for this weekend (some stretching required). In fact, I’m going to call it out right now that this weeekend could be the biggest turnout and most fun had on a kickball field yet! So grab your friends, grab some crazy socks and outfits, grab your balls and head out to join us.
Seriously folks, if you only make one kickball game this year: come to the finals! But if you make it to 2 kickball games?!?! Then come this weekend, June 1st, for the 7th Inning Stretch. You won’t be disappointed.
On Sunday, in Golden Gate Park, you could hear the echoes of of steel on steel and see the sparks fly upward as iron-forged instruments clashed and battled. Teeth bared, fists clenched, valiant men and women gave their lives. This was due to the Medieval War Enthusiasts Club down the way, but we were also there, playing kickball a little more peacefully. While the spirit of competition was present with us, there were no swords or maces, though there were at least 3 semiautomatic weapons laying around. You know, it’s just a children’s game in the park. And what’s any children’s game without a healthy amount of VIOLENCE?
Sunday’s match-up pitted Team Knowledge against a team that I Wasn’t On, so it may as well have been populated by total strangers. I do know that the moment these people, who have become my friends, are selected for the opposite team, the light in my eyes dims and all patterns of recognition are gone. They are robots on the field, and I must destroy them one by one. As usual, these feelings of rage and competitiveness were reverberating in everyone, yielding some of the most vicious results I’ve seen in a while:
Mother of god.
The total score was a hardily-won 11 to 10 or something like that by the Other Team. They fought for it, they got it, and what can you do but give it to them? Who am I to deny that pleasure? And yet, Team Knowledge did consistently “drop the Knowledge” in an INCREDIBLE FASHION. I would have the team listings and attributes up, but I do not have photos present to allow that. What I also do not have photos of is the first cross-field match, which was from a RIVAL TEAM from Vermont. We had just wrapped up our game, but were courted from a field next to us to engage in a game. We played for two innings, as that’s about all we had in us, but I think we won. I think.
New friends were made, and now, here’s some bonus photos of some SFKBC members joining myself and my roommates and the band during Bay To Breakers. I’m wearing a Mexican wrestling mask. It was a joy to see all of you.
Here’s the cop who ordered us to shut it down:
EVERYTHING IN THE PICTURE AT ONCE.
Kickball is back after a Bay To Breakers break, and if this last game was any indication, it’s getting better and better. To stress: new people are always welcome, fun is always encouraged, and dogs on the field = clapping. That’s the rules. I didn’t make ’em (I did).
Our next game is at the same place: Speedway Meadows, 2:00pm! Get there, and get awesome!
edit: This post has no actual photos of us playing kickball yet, which is great. Please remember to tag your photos with “sfkbc” if you send them to Flikr! Otherwise, please be aware of our Facebook group.
Good day! In an effort to describe Sunday’s Mother’s Day game, I, uh
Moving on, it was a bit classier and a little more mature. I think the pictures speak for themselves in the amount of pride and daintiness we all exhibited yesterday. In addition, I
I know that some actions shots are around here somewhere.
The masses collected at Pioneer Meadows on Mother’s Day to celebrate the Mother of all Sports. The teams were carefully and randomly chosen, and the fruit of our labor was the MotherLovers vs. the Mama Said Knock You Outs. There was also one Real Mom included in the festivities, and her son Cameron was nice enough to bring a grill along. Thanks!
As usual, the kickball game started off tame but quickly, due to beautiful weather and boundless quantities of beer, evolved into something much more eloquent and hostile. Like watching a car wreck where all the occupants are wearing short shorts and enthusiasm before plowing into a busload of nuns, the spectacle of the sport cumulated in the MotherLovers beating the tar out of the MSKYOs, 11-4 or something like that. I normally keep an airtight record of the scores and innings, but I almost constantly stop doing that once I realize that it would make me a huge jerk and people would resent me for sucking the fun out of kickball. But look, let’s get back to it: who would not tremble under the loping strides of Ian? Case in point:
Not shown: pure fear bleeding off of the kickball.
There was much hustle and flow exhibited by each team, and I would say that they would have their own strengths, weaknesses, and special attributes, but we didn’t take any team pictures. Instead, all we have are the blissfully serene moments in time like so:
As usual, a merry amount of thanks goes out to every single person involved, which, if you showed up, means you. Thank you, as always, to Jordan for reserving the field and violating my persona space, thank you Kate for letting your camera be used, thanks to all who chipped in for beer, and of course, welcome to all the newcomers!
A reminder: no game next Sunday: we’re celebrating the Bay To Breakers run. After that, we’re back like a vertebrae, so we’ll see you then!
In the poetic, tragic dance that is kickball, there comes a moment where the player comes face to face with the ridged rules of the sport and needs to make a choice. It is up to the player, that valiant person forged from the trails and tribulations of kickball, to make a choice – defy the laws set by their brave ancestors, or stare into the gaping, bloodshot eyes of a children’s game’s laws and norms and say “to heck with your rules. I’m of a new generation – a generation that doesn’t give a darn.” This is how trails are blazed, how revolutions are initiated, and more or less how a car’s oil is changed, to my knowledge. This was also the case in a rather invigorating kickball game this Sunday, held at the beautiful Pioneer Meadows, named so because the bodies of seventeen pioneers are buried underneath it. What better way to honor the dead than to traipse merrily on their burial ground and break traditions?
First, slather on the makeup and tuxedos and meet the teams:
Team Name: Hordes of Angry Papillons
Strengths: Impeccable knowledge of art from Renaissance period, talking about feelings, 1996 hopscotch champions.
Weaknesses: Entire team wildly hallucinating almost constantly, too good-looking.
Team Name: Briscut n’ Grits
Strengths: Collective strength can overturn a semi-truck, relentless optimism, three team members have prior cameo history with ground-breaking “Charles In Charge” TV show.
Weaknesses: Team has no sense of cardinal directions, frequent uncontrollable lapses between speaking English or Portugese, dog mascot Otis not included in team photo.
These teams went at each other with all the enthusiasm of a new IKEA opening, and while there were no reported casualities, I am still not legally permitted to discuss the three deaths that occurred on the first kickball game, though I am certainly legally permitted to say that it was awesome, and I had no idea that a kickball could catch fire.
Regardless, in the 7th evening, tempers flared and morals questioned when a runner was rumored to be both safe AND out. The benches cleared, dirt was kicked, and eventually we handled the controversy with a grace and elegance of adults who respect each other: a drink-off. Two representatives were chosen, and the result was two shotgunned beers and one point fiercely fought for by team Briscuts n’ Grits. And that point was earned, ladies and gentlemen.
The total outcome of the game was team Bn’G coming out on top 10-6. At the end of the last inning, you could feel the collective disbelief that a group that I was team captain of actually won. But kickball isn’t about which team wins or looses. It’s about which group of arbitrarily-chosen people, at the end of the day, have more points than another group of arbitrarily-chosen people.
I’d like to thank everyone who came out to the field, as we could not do this without you all. Special thanks to everyone who chipped in for beer, helped drag stuff onto the fields, and to Jordan for reserving that spot in the park. If you’ve missed out on a few games, don’t worry – you’re never out of the loop, especially since the shape that best represents the San Francisco Kickball Coalition isn’t much of a loop, but more of an octagon. Think about THAT geometry for a while.
Tag your photos “sfkbc” on Flikr! Join the Facebook fan page! And come to our next game, which will be at the same Pioneer Meadows at 2:00pm. Bring those you love, and dogs, and a good attitude, and we’ll see you there.