San Francisco KickBall Coalition

July 2008

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11th Inning: A League Of Our Own

Posted by on 15 Jul 2008 | Tagged as: Uncategorized

Listen closely. You can hear the gentle whirring of the turbine blade winding down. The thousands of beating hearts that, every Sunday, were a cacaphony of collective concentration are slowly simmering to a normal beat-per-minute. The collective breath of a multitude of warriors finally exhaling, the sweet release of cleats from aching feet, the stripping of blood-soaked gauze unwound from wasted limbs. Lower the flags, stop the clocks, file away the scorecards, and call your mother once in a while. Would it kill you to do that?

Kickball is over. I’m sure we all remember the Last Game, where we trudged around, heavy with the weight of finality and

Woah! We went out just as we came in – kicking, screaming, kicking more (and drinking). With the completely delightful addition of a Slip N’ Slide (thanks, Jordan!), sliding into home base became less of a chore, more of a mandatory slice of Awesome. Are we going to go out as a kickball team like a bunch of punks, a bunch of black-jean-wearing hipsters who are aggressively trying to look like they’re not having fun? But how can we not have fun when it’s just things like this:

You can’t fake it, people. And we didn’t.

Disputes. Anger. None of these things out of place at a kickball game.

The teams, divided into our groups of farewell and departure for two of the fairest maidens to enter our rennaissance faire of awesomeness, Elyse and Leigha.

It was a horrific match this time due to the fact that there were roughly 20 players on each time on a playing field roughly the size of a book of matches. No one quite knew the score, and that’s exactly how it should be. Also, I could take a turn for the melodramatic and lament the finality of all of this, use gravestone imagery, blah blah, but I’m listening to the Jackson 5, so go fuck yourself. If you want to cry, go watch Steel Magnolias or resolve to never see any of us again. Because that’s not happening: kickball is over, but the blessed social club that came from it all will never die, unless we all die at once. That’s why Jordan never purchased any field space inside of a missile silo or gasoline warehouse.

As much as it pains me to update this page for perhaps the last time, I can say that creating and maintaining this group of kickballers has been a joy. At the start of this series of games, we wondered where it would go, who it would bring, what would happen, and if we would have any foreseeable court dates because of it. While only thirteen of the total participants have ended up in the slammer because of this children’s game, EVERYONE experienced some certain level of euphoria that can only come with stumbling into a group of radical people. People like US.

I’d like to thank every single person that showed up for these games, because without each of you, we’d be a few yokels sitting in a field, waiting for something to happen (See: Nebraska in the summertime). Instead, friendships were formed, and that’s where we leave off. We have our Facebooks, Flickrs, etc, to keep up connected to one another. That’s the grand prize here, and we all won. Kickball may be over, but we all have each other, so let’s not let that fade into this good night (LITERARY REFERENCE). Let’s keep in touch with one another the best we can!

Special thanks overall to Jordan, who rented the field space and got this thing going. Props to Brendan for lugging the bases and beer, Buddy for being the most spirited mascot we could ask for, everyone for bringing smiles and their A-game, Beer for being our unofficial sponsor, and Golden Gate Park for allowing us to frolic in her most blessed fields. It’s been a wonderful time, and we’ll see each other soon. Be well.

love very much,


The Final Countdown

Posted by on 10 Jul 2008 | Tagged as: f'n awesome

Right now it’s 6:30am in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because I’ve been dreaming a dream so vivid and so powerful that it can’t even be dreamed while sleeping. I’ve been dreaming of kickball.

I toss and I turn, running the bases in my mind, kicking balls in my sleep, dripping with sweat in my sheets. My legs won’t stop, my heart won’t stop, my mind won’t stop, turning over and over again, faster and faster, itching-waiting-wanting… needing to play the game.

This Sunday (July 13th) is the final kickball game of the seasons: The Final Countdown, the All-Star game, the end-all, the be-all, the bring-it-all, the leave-nothing-on-the-field.

When I think about how far we’ve come (and how far we’ll go), a tear is brought to my eye. At the beginning of this season, we were all kickball wanna-be’s. Now we’re a long-ball-kicking, impossible-catch-making, double-play-hitting, home-base-sliding, chugg-off-downing force to be reckoned with. That’s right, we’re “all stars” now.

We’ll… the All-Star game is nigh and I promised you all something big. I won’t fail to deliver.

It’s going to 80 degrees and sunny in Golden Gate Park this weekend. But I have a feeling, an inkling, that the heat is going to bust into the 100’s in Lindley Meadow. That’s how hot this game’s gonna be because that’s how hot kickballers are. I see only one solution to this radiating ball of kickball hotness. Ladies and Gentleman, I bring you… Slip ‘n Slide.

So… Bring your friends, bring you family, bring your pets, bring yourselves and beat the heat this Sunday with the finest bunch of KickBallers I know.

This is it: The Final Countdown. Live the dream.

dodo deee doo. do do dit dit doooo!

Kickball: The Final Countdown!
Lindley Meadow in Golden Gate Park
Sun, July 13th 2008 at 2 p.m.