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)

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?