Sloshball!

Game recap - Team A beat Team B. By a large amount of points. We weren't keeping track really.

This Sunday about 60 off-duty Vertigoers and friends descended upon the field with beers in hand and the official kickball shirts at home. It was a gorgeous day, the sun intensifying the buzzes everyone showed up with...aren't we lucky to live in a city with multiple establishments serving bottomless mimosas?

We played until the beer ran out, then sat around while volunteers grabbed more. The children at the playground were sufficiently corrupted. I imagine they will be sneaking alcohol into their gym class today and talking high shit to their opponents. Parents shed a tear, remembering the past when they could blow off a day to drink and hang out in a field, before Timmy and his play-dates came along.

Sloshball rules were strictly enforced. No bunting, beer in hand at all times. Yours truly wiped out and had to shotgun a beer at second. I didn't care, the alcohol numbed the pain on my freshly bruised knee. We aren't as resilient as we used to be.

Mallory's dog was on the field quite a bit, but she got a pass due to the lack of opposable thumbs.

After about four hours on the field, with the sun starting to cast longer shadows, we headed to the bar for some flip-cup. As with the game, everyone was a winner. We left into the sunset trying to find taxis willing to risk taking us home.

After sleeping for 15 hours, I awoke to realize how much easier Mondays would be if we played on Saturday. Oh well. See you all next Sunday.