Kicking Some Sunday Mass

So I'm on a kickball team with Underdog here in Portland. We play every Sunday for 6 weeks.I thought it would be a fun way to meet new people so I'm playing with strangers and so far, so good. Our team name is 'Kicking Some Sunday Mass' and surprisingly I didn't come up with it. Apparently people who sign up to drink and play grade school games on Sundays aren't especially religious folks. Each team gets colored T-shirts. We got white. Seriously? White? So I'm tie-dying all of them for the team. And puffy-painting our names on. And probably ironing on the team name. Not that is is surprising.
I'm not good at kickball. In fact, I'm not good at any sports involving hand-eye coordination. Just isn't my thang, mang. So imagine my surprise when the folks over at Underdog so graciously mentioned me in the Play of the Week. See Below

POTW: Mike Michaud

Kicking Some Sunday Mass- Indy #1

Kicking Some Sunday Mass showed up for their first week of Underdog Kickball ever to play! In an all-around good game Mike showed off his skills and concentration with the most spectacular catch of the day! With a fly-ball to the shallow right field Mary came charging into make the catch. With a tough ball to catch she ended up making the right play by knocking the ball back up in the air just enough for Mike to get a few fingers on it. Of course it couldn't be as easy as that, so...Mike made it a little more interesting! He not only bobbled the ball once, but twice and did this all while falling to the ground and contorting his body into positions I didn't know were possible. Oh, and yes, after the few bobbles Mike did make the spectacular catch while on the ground! A unique display of concentration and body parts moving in all sorts of places it was well worthy of Highlight of the Day!

I'm so fucking strategic with my missed catches. Not. Thanks for the vote of confidence (and/or bold-faced lie), Underdog.

So naturally, I sent this around to everyone in my office with the title "not to toot my own horn but...toot toot"
I was rewarded with little tiny men playing kickball on my desk.

This only reinforced something that I already knew- I really need to step up the ridiculousness of my kickball attire. Green singlet, viking horns, capes, gold spanks...something. I mean, playing off of our name I'm sure I could do something really blasphemous that would make me pretty happy but I'm looking to make friends not enemies so I suppose I'll keep the blasphemy to a minimum.