Solid Addition

So a little more information for yins. The season starts on September 1st, but there is still plenty to do in the meantime. I still need shirt sizes, money, more replacement players, hugs, and someone who knows how to make us either a government recognized religion (no sales tax bitches!) or a Limited Liability Company so we can charge people to come hang out with us.

For those of you who may not know. Our good friend and lover nothing else, PJ Coleman has joined the ranks of Kick James.

Based on the following Facebook message I received from him this morning, he is going to be a welcome addition.

Dear Mr. Chew,

This level of irresponsibility that I am about to describe to you is very unlike me.

So there I was at work when my original Droid cellphone alerted me to an exciting new email. I immediately grabbed for the tired and war warn device. To my pleasant surprise it was a message from the esteemed Mr. Chew updating his kickball companions on things that needed to be updated. 
I read the first two or three sentences with building excitement. Tom has not heard from all of us; he still needs shirt sizes and money from some of us. I'm hooked, I want to read more. 
BAM!! The office phone rings. I set my antique droid down on the desk and jumped to action as office bitch/administrative assistant Paul. The call was uneventful. Some Eskimo was suffering from heat exhaustion in the Bahamas...or maybe it was just one of my customers wondering about their investments. Regardless, it was time to get back to the message. 
I once again lift my semi-trusty communication device from the desk. Where did the message go? I don't see it! I quickly search the archived folder to see if it was hiding in there. I'm heartbroken. The email is lost forever. Damn my old Droid for thinking the touch screen is constantly being touched when I am nowhere near the phone.
I return to my office duty deterred and depressed. Will I ever play kickball?

Tom, if possible, please resend whatever email you sent earlier. As far as shirt size goes, I am a big medium or a small large. If in doubt, put me down for a large. I can hide beer in the excess fabric. I have money now if you need it now. I feel like the cash should be delivered over beers with friends, but I am open to the idea of peddling my bike to your house and handing you cash. I thank you in advance for your time and effort. 

Oh So Sincerely,
Paul


Keep spreading the word people. Shelley has two in the barrel who look like good prospects. I called upon the Brodheads, Pearson, Dodds, Shea and various others to swell our members numbers. There is a facebook invite that I'll invite the rest of you to so you can start encouraging them to be incorrigible on the corrugated benches of the kickball pitch.

I just now noticed the option of being able to cross words out. I will use it. And keep cursing. Fuckers.

Definitely miss people and think we should come together much sooner than later, if for no other reason than to take PJ's money and then walk away from him without talking. Or drink with him, one of the two. Maybe both.

- Thomas

Guess Who's Back...

I started writing some old Snoop Dogg lyrics that start with the phrase "guess who's back" but it seemed a little too dirty. If anyone wants to hear them just let me know and I will incorporate them into my next impromptu speech.

Fall Registration begins at noon today and I'm all over that shit!

We are sticking with I'm Kick James, I'm looking for the next coolest sounding color so we don't all have drawers full of Steel shirts and we have settled on Thursday as the big day. I realize this does not work for everyone and I am truly sorry, there weren't any days that worked for everyone and being the Philosophy major I was I thought deeply and channelled John Stuart Mill and decided I would be a Utilitarian for a little while. The greatest good for the greatest number of people tells us Thursday. 

So hide your wives, hide your children, quit your jobs, drop out of school, stop acting like a Venician playboy who can't hold his liquor, block all your other friends on facebook, stop calling your parents back, put down the needle (seriously, we're all worried), and start stretching now because I'm Kick James is back like a son of a bitch. 

I say that because sometimes puppies leave their mother, especially male puppies, but they typically come back. Mostly when they're hungry or scared by thunder and lightning.

Start following the blog and making comments if you would. Or email me and let me know if you are in for sure so I can start developing the roster and the line up in my brain. 

We have some money left over from last season and I'm going to ask Don at Marshall street for either a little more cash or a couple pitchers after each game to sweeten the deal. If we all throw in 30 we should have enough to hold onto a weekly beer fund and still some left over for the end of the party. Or we could do 40 and get real crazy at the end of the year. Let me know your thoughts and then I will disregard them and do whatever the hell I want. 

This is for real.

Seriously.

Real.

Do not fuck with us!

I'm Kick James and I'm back mother fucker!

(I just decided there should be more cursing this season... bitch)