Saying Goodbye to Kickball

I had my final kickball game last night. Had we won, thank goodness we didn't, I would have had to spend my Saturday in Grant Park (apparently) playing in the championships. Championships...oh please. I guess this means we weren't all that bad.  

An hour and a half, due to overtime, of me rolling my eyes so much I thought, “if I keep doing this they’re going to stick”. I was texting people when I was out on the field. In the past I’d keep my phone on the sidelines, but lately I just don’t care. I stopped trying a long time ago because the guys were stealing MY plays. When I voice my frustrations they treat me like an asshole so DONE. 

I use to get all upset and worry if I was going to be asked back. I thought if I took a season off I’d lose my ability to play. I use to get excited for every season. I’d think maybe a new attractive guy would be on the team, a fresh start, maybe we’ll win more games, flip cup at our neighborhood bar…Things have definitely changed for me. I don’t even go out with the team after the games anymore. It's been over 3 years and I'm finally ok with not playing. 

In the Spring I’m starting Bocce Ball. It’s cheaper if nothing else. I've already got two definites. I initially wanted to start an all girls team, but who am I kidding? I don’t hang out with a lot of girls, so it’s looking like I may be the only girl. Fine.By.Me.