8 hours of kickball in July....

I can barley believe I am functioning this morning. We had our championship tournament for kickball yesterday and it was double elimination. Whoever thought playing kickball in the summer in Savannah should be shot...let alone a tournament starting at noon!!! Honestly, I don't think (and most of our team) didn't think we had a shot to get into the final game. We one our first game, lost our second, then won the next 3. Usually 1 game in the heat gets us tired and hot....but 5 was pushing it. It was great to win. But then you thought..."Darn it! That means we have to play again." Thank GOD that Geoff was smart enough to bring a tarp so we could have shade. It made a HUGE difference. (Parental advisory....my language is not going to be suitable for some. I tend to swear like a sailor when I'm ticked off. I will do my best to keep it tame.) Then the championship game. It was lame for sooo many reasons. 1.) The team we played were a bunch of dip shit guys that were as obnoxious as they come. You know the kind...the frat boys in college that never grew up (i was in a sorority...i feel I can throw that punch). If it had been any other team we would have respected them. Not these douchebags! 2.) This was the same team that only played 3 games to our 5 games and had been resting for 2 hours prior to playing. 3.)They also had the league organizer on his team (you, know the guy that pays the refs/umps. And did I mention our weren't even in HIGH SCHOOL and were text messaging during the game...idiots kept getting chewed out for not paying attention!!!) 4.) They were obnoxious to all the other teams talking trash 5.) They played in soccer, flag football, baseball leagues throughout the year. These are the guys that live for playing any sport they can cause they have no lives without that. (I used to play every sport in high school so I can throw that punch too) 6.) They told us we would be shut out. 7.) One asshole put the championship tshirt on during the game We almost didn't play the game knowing what kind of dicks they were. We wanted to take the field and then walk off just saying "F#$^ You" for their lousy attitude. We were tired and hot but we played. We played even when they would bounce the balls off there chest back and forth to catch balls. We played even when they would skip to home plate. Or pretended to miss any base on the way there. My highlight...kicking the ball over the head of the organizer (with his child molester handle bar mustache). Not once but 2 times!!! (it was tough for anyone to get on base)He was embarrassed!!!!! He also got knocked over by one of the smallest girls on our team (dumb ass was blocking the base). We did loose. But we were so proud to get that far! And we didn't get shut out!! After 6 games (it was 8 pm when we were done) we were SO HUNGRY and dehydrated we went for pizza. By the time we got the pizza...I wasn't hungry...but forced myself to eat since I was getting the shakes. Next year we are joining a different league (we found out a couple other teams would join with us...they were so nice they stayed to cheer us on!!). Oh...and it better be in the fall! Side Note: I am so proud of Geoff. We caught every ball that came to him the entire game (well until Mr. Child Molester Mustache kicked and the wind picked up). He was awesome!!