Our end of season kickball party is tomorrow night. I won the MVP award for my team. I only know that because Amy let it slip the other night at bowling. I’m not sure why I earned the MVP other than the fact that Amy won it last season and I busted my ass keeping score and trying to keep the team from killing each other this season. Winter kickball is a lot harder than it looks.

Now the big problem comes when we sign up for summer league. Do I want to go back to my old team? Do I want to endure another 10 weeks of drama? Of boys who think they know everything about kickball? Of those same boys who tell you to move one foot to the right while you’re in the outfield because you should be covering the gap just in case just to see the batter BUNT the damn ball one foot in front of the plate?

Don’t get me wrong, I love kickball. It’s a fun sport. The league is great. The people are great. I’ve now played two seasons and completely enjoyed it. However, our fall team was more fun than our winter team. The winter team took everything personally, didn’t show up to games, thought they deserved the title, but didn’t want to work for it. Frankly they were exhausting. Nice folks, but exhausting.

I don’t like the drama. I’ve never liked the drama. But the boys we invited to play last season started out pretty normal, but then blew up into a bunch of Crazee Boyz with the Drama. I nearly drop kicked a few of them.

Of course, I would have insisted the right fielder move a bit to the right to make sure he covered the gap. You know, just in case.

So, sign ups for next season are coming up. I’m excited. It will be nice to play when the weather doesn’t suck so bad. Seriously, we had three rainouts this season. THREE. That’s a lot when your season is only 10 weeks. But I’m also troubled. Do I sign up for the same team? Do I sign up for a different team? Can I convince my team to pick a new color for their shirts?

I think I’m gonna scope it out at the party tomorrow night. Maybe another team will throw up their hands in excitement and just sign me on the spot. After all, I am an MVP.