I'm from a rural area and many of the old barns and houses in the area are pretty primitive and over 100 years old. I think about the men and women that built those buildings and lived in them, and how hard life would have been for them. Did they ever think that a working class people would ever have life so easy, that they would be able to play a silly game for fun like we do? Who has that kind of time? But the fact of the matter is that we have evolved in those 100 years and have things very easy these days. Microwave ovens, refrigeration, cell phones, computers, the interweb, all things that make life easier that we take for granted (well maybe not the Bonsall's who's power goes out every time the wind gets stiff enough to move a fart out of the room). We've been to the moon and back, for crying out loud! We live in a superior futuristic time, so we should be able to spend our time as we please, right? So if Kickball is a luxury that we choose for ourselves then so be it! It's a sign of the times "look how far we have come". Then we got rained out last week and I thought about it some more....
Maybe what we are doing is a lot more primitive than I think. In fact it's actually animalistic. On its simplest level, competition is nothing more than Darwinism in it's most basic form. Who's the strongest and fastest? Who's more clever than who? Who's going to win? Is this something we are preprogramed to do? Is our past time of kickball a natural instinct of competition that we must do? It's a fact that the most natural instinct for humans is to pack. We have family's, clubs, friends, mates, churches, political affiliation, whatever. They are all nothing more than people coming together as a group for a common goal. The Double Deuce Kickball team is our pack, and every Friday night we go up against another one and try to prove we are more awesome than they are. Some weeks are better than others, some weeks Autum shows up. Autum buys her jeans with the rips already in them so you can tell she's awesome even before you hear her talk or play. Some weeks Cross "pulls his quad" jogging over to coach 3rd...not so awesome.
Well my conclusion is this. whichever way you see it, each week I really enjoy getting our pack together and testing our metal against the other team's. I also like drinking beer.
This week we play Jerkstore at 6:30, we have somewhat of a rivalry with them from years past and in an added twist our newest player Erica is co-workers with the newest girl on the Jerkstore. So Erica don't forget to pull her chair out from under her Friday after lunch in hopes of bruising her tailbone before the big game. In the survival of the fittest there is no such thing as cheating or being a poor sport.
Let me know who is in or out this week.