Here is your latest update from the world of Kick James. A new season means weekly emails and updates. Tell your friends. Hide your wives. Hide your kids. Hide your purses, wallets, lockets, chains and dignity because you're in for a treat... or at the very least an annoying email every week telling you the blog is updated that you ignore like a dick.
Good morning best friends in the world whom I love very much!
Good morning Phil.
I can't believe it snuck up on us. We've talked about it. We've dreamt about it. I've made sculptures and written poetry that would make Shakespeare look like an illiterate liar. And through all that, we're finally here. Three days away from Kick James 2.0: A Shirt Aquatic with Kick James.
Brian "Brian" and I sat through the longest most excruciatingly boring Captain's meeting to pick up the t-shirts last night. (You're welcome you ungrateful pricks) I learned the following from the meeting:
1 - You don't have to take a public speaking class to run a beer driven kickball league.
2 - I never want to be an undergraduate student again, because of presentations like that one which reminded me of the worst lecture with the worst teacher ever in the history of class. F you Michael Chiarrello, your Clare College class sucked.
3 - Marshall Street can get too packed.
4 - Goats don't appreciate sarcasm.
5 - The sun sets at 6:48 during the last week of the season.
6 - Our team is way cooler, therefore "better" than all the other teams.
7 - All the refs have apparently gone through Kickball Official training, which is both hilarious and... hilarious. They still dont' want to be yelled at though.
So the season starts this Thursday. Rain or shine we will be at Highland Field 3 starting at 6:15 pm against the Grassholes.
I'd say we should get there as early as possible. I'm going to try to get there by 5:30 at the latest and I will bring a bunch of beer for week 1.
One of our newest recruits, Dr. D. Pearson is already out for a couple of weeks due to a pulled hammy in a kickball related accident. Obviously he did not take my advice to treat his body like a temple during the Kick James off season. I'm sure everyone else did though, but that does not excuse anyone from team stretching, chanting, hugging, and laps.
I have the feeling our non-competative edge combined with alcohol intake, raw natural talent, the hugging of course, and our ability to mock ourselves and each other openly is going to put us right in line for a championship season. Either that or we will play kickball and have fun and lose to douchy guys in purple camo without sleeves. But we will make fun of them the entire time and just drink more so it won't matter. You guys remember that one time we all had a great time, that was awesome.
So anyways, call or email if you have any questions. Only six people have filled out the waiver, so please do so right away or they won't let us play.
If you have any questions or know people who aren't on this list, please forward it along and help me add them. If you can't come this week you should go straight to hell and never talk to me again. Until next week when I really need you to come play kickball and be my friend again.
Holler at your boy.
Your humble Captain and personal Deity-
Thomas Chew
