All my training...

...has paid off, I am officially an athlete again. A honest to God, amateur athlete. The thrill of competition, the adrenaline of sport, the agony of defeat, the joy of victory. Yes, Kickball has been good to me. I have to admit, I have been using performance enhancing supplements (ie: beer), but there are no official sanctions banning the use of beer by the Commission. You know, if there even is a commission.

The summer schedule is starting, which means that I will have exactly no free time if I actually participate in everything. Monday - Ultimate Frisbee, Tuesday - Rockies Games, Wednesday - Denver Cruisers, Thursday - Kickball, (Friday and Saturday arent really that planned, but always filled with fun), Sunday - Park day and Jazz in the Park. So now I get a little competition. If you know me well, you know that I was at one time the most intensely competitive person on the planet...but things have changed a little. I still like to compete, I just dont care who wins as long as I get a little sweaty. For example - Frisbee Mondays: Somebody once asked me -

Other Person: What do we play to?

Me: Dark.

And then there was the conversation at Kickball this week -

Me: (to the girl that was playing right field) When somebody is throwing to first, you have to backup the firstbaseman in case he misses the ball.

Girl: Im from Australia. Ive never even seen a baseball game. I have no idea what you are talking about.

Me: Fair enough, I am going to go back to center field and drink beer between batters.

Ah well.