Kickball And Beer: The Reason I am Here

After 4 months of living in DC, I discovered this new phenomenon... Kickball. At first, I was not very impressed, but then I was told there would be lots of beer.. so naturally, I signed up right away.

To be honest, I was a little nervous about flipcup. Although I went to my fair share of frat parties during my college days, I completely missed out on flipcup. I confided in my co-worker, who with only a little judgment agreed to help me improve my flipping skills. I was determined not to let my team down , so I would practice at work during breaks ( I kept a red plastic cup in my desk drawer).

The day had finally arrived. I put on my shorts, and a cute pair of green knee socks and I neatly put my hair in pigtails ( with a green bow in my hair to compliment the socks, of course) and I anxiously made my way to the National Mall.

I was greeted by my teammates ,a sea of colorful shirts and containers that (discretely) hid the alcohol that was to be consumed. A short tutorial by a fellow teammate and a few rounds of kicking the ball... and I was ready to go out there.

The moment had finally arrived. The moment that I had been dreading for the past 20 minutes: it was my turn to kick the ball. That day I learned how to get everyone on the field to laugh at you, including your own team and I am pretty sure some tourists walking by. If you want to embarrass yourself, guarantee public humiliation and get everyone to laugh at you hysterically, then please follow these steps:
1) Kick the ball and just run
2) Run past first
3)When you get to second, run past it as well, don't stop at the base
4) Then, in an act of confusion, make a run for third base, where you will no doubt get hit in the back by the ball... thus having to leave the field , and making the walk of shame back to your team.

The night took a turn for the better and I learned how one can redeem themselves from such failures and disgrace, or at least how one can forget about such failures and disgrace. Its called being able to drink copious amounts of beer, in a short time, meanwhile flipping a cup and shaking your hips to some great music.
I learned a very valuable lesson that night, but for some strange reason I can't remember what that was.