I Suppose

And I suppose you with all your nobility and winning records and *sobriety* have never walked off the field before actually getting the requisite three outs?

And I suppose that when *your* can of Leinie's, sitting in the lush grass of mid-summer, what you thought was a safe distance from first base, was demolished by an errant (or intentional) foul ball by some Nutbuster, you did not weep?

AND I *suppose,* as the opening notes of "Eye of the Tiger" wafted across the field of play, you caught every pop fly and stranded no runner of your own?

And I suppose... Ball Movement shall someday be relegated to the dustbin of kickball history, its name forgotten, its ideals supplanted by some that are only more desirable because they are easier to desire after.

But not before we proudly run those hallowed bases once more as a team, as a revolution, as an idea unto itself!

Not before we overthrow and undercatch and take joy in loss once more!

Not before the mini-Hummer brings beer to the pitcher another time, not before Skank's aggression, inflamed by the energy of catch-after-catch at second base, is again transposed into some strange Greco-Kickball rassling, taking a confused young Ballbuster's gravel cherry before he even knew what happened, *not before,* my friends, not before The Tom Train once more spoons and gropes the opposing pitcher after one too many limp-wristed rolls?

Because can anyone or any team ever be defeated that knows not the apparition of a win?

boOyAkAsHA!

Fucking right...

Entering the twenty-fourth century, Ball Movement has compiled video highlights of last night's conquest at this here interweb address:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGP5YkFYAU4

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LASTLY... Ball Movement is pretty disappointed to see all you lah-hooooosers not utilizing the fine interactive capabilities of this site. Is an hour a week enough kickball-related goodness for you? Maybe it is. In which case, be gone. Otherwise, bring on the wordsmithing and the flame wars... What else is the internets good for if not for heckling and uncalled-for ad hominem attacks??? If your answer is p0rn... well, okay then. Anyway, bring it on.

To get things started: Phill Collins... YOU SUCK. But we sure do like that combination of purple and brown on your jerseys. Very urbane. Nonetheless, there's something in how you play that just really irked the Movement. And what good is a winning record if the Movement doesn't like you?