Joining a kickball team sounded like the quintessential thing to do after college. It’s the embodiment of the social and the collegial with a tinge of young professional.
Premise: Play a casual game of kickball each Tuesday evening on the Mall, between the White House and
Our Team: The team was created by three nurses with the intent of it being a team for fellow nurses, brandishing the creative team name DC Nurses. As it turns out, these three nurses were the only three nurses that wanted to participate, so they crusaded to field an army of kickballers. That is how I landed myself a spot on this team; I happen to know Jay, who happens to know one of the nurses…or so I think.
Our First Week: Collectively, our team’s kickball skills were underwhelming, and our team suffered an abysmal defeat. There is a less than probable chance that we could have salvaged some of our dignity if there was a slaughter rule in effect. Having checked our kickball skills at the door, I thought that flip cup might be our strong suit. Wrong, I forgot that DC Nurses don’t sport suits. We challenged our opponent until they got tired of winning.
Our Second Week: Perhaps we brought an added intensity to the game in celebration of Cinco de Mayo, but in week two we avenged our loss*. We ran up the score and cheered boisterously, so much so that the referee christened us relentless. My friend Katie appropriately replied. “Sir, if you had seen us last week, you would understand” to which he replied “I did, we destroyed you last week.”
*Caveat: Our team was forced to forfeit because of regulations stating that a team is only eligible if there are at least four girls. Our team had two. Really? The team named DC Nurses couldn’t field more than two girls?
i joined our office softball team, the sea slugs. first game was tonight at 6. an email was sent out to tell people last night at 5:10. the office had cleared out for cinco de mayo. we forfeited. promising season ahead!
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