All the titles I am thinking of are from Jesus Christ Superstar

Well that was fun.

So the Spring season officially ended last night. Deep fried food and pitcher upon pitcher led us through a magical adventure at Marshall Street. Those who could attend, I hope had a great time. Those who could not, I don't care about you at all. Until next season, then I will go back to loving you unconditionally... as long as you get hits, show up on time, and hug back.

Highlights from the evening included the aforementioned beer. That was delicious. The slideshow Sanchez Chew put together. We all looked really good, mostly in the pants or shorts if you were wearing them. I was forced to do an impromptu speech. If you're reading this you probably know me and know I'm not much of a talker, I mostly keep to myself and beg people for attention in my head rather than openly. Or the complete opposite of that. Themes of the speech: kickball, friendship, Canadian healthcare, Brian's eyes.... it took a turn for the weird toward the end there.

I'm Kick James commemorated the departure of two of our best. Kyle and Theresa are moving on to the greener pastures that are Connecticut. I actually don't think they allow pastures in the entire state of Connecticut, they probably call them grazing lawns. Kyle and Theresa are moving on to the greener grazing lawns of Connecticut where they will certainly be the founders of their own branch of Kick James. Just as soon as they develop the league, get the permissions from the city, find an insurance carrier (apparently that will be the easy part), convince people that it is a good idea to play, get permits for walking on the grazing lawns, and find a t-shirt printing company that carries the color steel. As soon as they get those things done I'm Connecticut James will thrive. Kyle and Theresa will be greatly missed and reminded that they should move back to Rochester every time they look at their mantel (they have one, Jenna checked) and see their pink and blue girls soccer / kickball mvp trophies sparkling in the eyes of their hopes and dreams.

I think we had a great turn out. Staying as late as many of us did was completely necessary and I feel great this morning. I will do my best to keep this little beacon of hope burning in our hearts, but if you have content you would like to add, I would be really happy to add it in. The slideshow will work its way up here. Hopefully the video Jim took of me fighting a gang of Nazi kitten killers as well. Or were they kittens killing Nazi's, I need to be more careful of who I challenge to street fights.

With all that said will no one stay awake with me? Peter? John? James?

Episode IV: A New Home

Hi everyone!

You can tell I'm excited because I added an exclamation point.

Some people might say that Rochester brought us all together. Others might say it was kickball. Others still might point our emergence toward a higher power, but when you look at it how much stronger do you really think Kyle is compared to everyone else. Either way, the Spring Season and the Kickball League of Rochester, along with years upon years and hours upon days of growing friendship brought together a rag tag bunch of misfits known as I'm Kick James. We worked tirelessly through a rained out season to make everyone else our respective bitches.

Through this shared experience we became closer friends, better kickball players, chiropractic patients, angry first basemen, angry kickers, angry outfielders, and clumsy base runners. We're mostly an angry group of people full of rage and Blue Light.

The weekly emails so many of us have become accustomed too will be no more. This blog will serve as our history book and hopefully entertain and inform the world for centuries. When the Zombie apocalypse finally comes the world will look to natural leaders, their chosen religions, and 28 year old kickball playing bloggers from Rochester, New York. Your support and comments will be crucial to the survival of the human race.

Go forward and wreak havoc.

Thomas