It has been too long, but finally, and without bunting, the Ball Maulers snagged another victory.
And no bunting isn’t the fanciful ideals of one team, read the latest Dr. Kick entry below:
“Dear Dr. Kick,
Amen, brothers. I am a longtime kickballer and all-around booster of
adult kickball—in fact, I wrote a book partly inspired by my love
of the game, “Rejuvenile: Kickball, Cartoons, Cupcakes and the
Reinvention of the American Grown-Up.” More here: www.rejuvenile.com.
Long story short: played in a non-WAKA pickup league back in late
‘90s, hooked up with an improbably available hottie, ended up
proposing to her on home plate. Now happily married with three
kickball kids, wrote book about how much adulthood has changed and
how grown ups all over are cultivating love of everything from rock
paper scissors to HR Puff N Stuff…
Anyhow, I went to WAKA championships in Miami a while back and was
aghast at number of players who dribbled little lame bunts to
third… In my day, BUNTS WERE EXPRESSLY FORBIDDEN. The acceptance of
silly little rollers only demeans the game and makes for robotic,
predictable play.
So anyway, hallelujah. Go do God’s work…”
keep on KICKING.