Neighborhood kickball

Game Two of the Hough Neighborhood World Series of Kickball was held Sunday. It's such fun the group has decided to play every other week rather than just once a month.

This time, our friend Eric brought his colleagues at the fire department to join us for a few innings between calls. They had to leave on a call at one point, but came back afterward to play some more. Here they are shedding the coveralls in the outfield after stepping off the truck.


And, as predicted recently in this space, I went yard. That's right, home run. To right center. The firemen would have needed the ladder truck to get high enough to catch that baby! OK, maybe it just barely cleared the guy's head, but I still touched 'em all. Sadly, this grand moment in kickball history will only live on in memories and steadily embellished re-tellings for future generations. Amy was helping chase down the ball rather than taking a picture.


Here the giant blue Scooby Doo ball momentarily becomes stuck on the head of the woman playing first base. Neither Scoob or Jackie were injured. Play quickly resumed.



One of the firemen, realizing I'm bringing the heat from the mound, asks someone else to please take his place at bat. Or maybe he was just being polite and asking one of the women if they'd like to go. Nah, I'm pretty sure it was about my intimidating presence.

Steve, our neighborhood co-president, is one helluva switch kicker. Possibly the only such ambidextrious player in existence. Here, kicking right-footed, he gets air down the left-field line.

And here, kicking left-footed, he goes deep to right. Look at that follow through!