MVP

So, I am sitting in full recovery mode after the opening game of the Grassy Best kickball season last night. Our shirts were ironed (the "pamther" prominently displayed) and green cupcakes sat plumply, waiting for our hungry mouths. The final score? 6-2. And..I made a run. I kicked the crap out of the ball and frankly, someone on the other team probably messed up because I actually made it to first base (you do not realize how many puns are possible in this sport. They abound.) The game ended with a Grassy cheer (Kiss my grass, umm..of course) and all 100 kickballers ended up at the bar drinking beers and ordering hot wings. 4 hours later, it was 12:15, I had lost my glasses and thus sense of any night vision, and I found myself driving home soaked (literally, my leggings were soaked) in beer due to a clumsy accident at around 10. Oh, and the best news- I made MVP of the night....which basiclly means I get to decorate a huge foam hand and had even more beers forced on me last night. Till next Monday.....