Kickball

Kicks my ass.

We played in the inaugural take-back-our-park game two Sundays ago. It was a bunch of 20- and 30-somethings, generally, playing kickball in a sketchy park on the west side of our neighborhood. Then we all go to a bar and have a drink.

Much fun. Much pain. That or I'm just getting old and discovering there's a reason I never played soccer. Apparently rather than kicking with my foot, I managed to use my shin bone as a baseball bat. I'm bruised. I'm whiny. I'm lame.

And next time, I'm kicking right and going yard.