I first wrote this in a FB note a while back, but thought I'd add it to the poorly abandoned and vastly scattered blog posts...
The quaint charms of the CO suburb I now reside in continue to surprise, and at times, amuse me. From the 60+ miles of trails that wind their way through (and sometimes under) parts of the city, to the multi-ethnic masses of people that warrant their own super-markets and dwell in their own mini-cultures, to the plethora of parks and playgrounds that seem to pop up arbitrarily, Westminster has become a favorite part of the world for me.
One of the latter attractions summoned my attention tonight while I was out on my evening walk. From quite a distance away I spotted the stadium lights of a nearby park illuminating a substantial baseball diamond. Noting the typical smells and sounds of a sporting event as I approached, I decided to take a gander closer to the situation. Despite my profound abhorrence for baseball and softball, it seemed a good night to meander around and people-watch.
Skulking under a tree on the far peripheral of the diamond (clinging to whatever thread of self-protection from fly balls lingered in the back of my mind), I was a bit puzzled to note that one of the outfielders was tossing a somewhat large ball. Having decided that this league needed a bit more emphasis on the discipline of the sport--since this wasn't a game of 5 year old soccer players tumbling around the field en masse--I reverted my gaze back to the uniformed pitcher. It was then that my puzzlement turned to confusion and my confusion to absolute bewilderment. For right there, in front of my own eyes, was a giant adult game of Kickball!
Yes, that's right--Take Me Out to the Ball Game has become a whole new mantra. From Denver to Littleton to Westminster, men and women of all ages...and sizes...and shapes...suit up with their leagues on Wednesdays and Fridays for an 8 week season of competitive adult kickball. From the looks of the players stretching as they arrive and the team huddles they call, not to mention their athletic gear, I would hesitate before smirking in front of any of them.
So if you're ever in the area, feel free to bring your puppy and a lawn chair for some happenin' evening action.
Not to utilize any punny Morris wit, but....you'll get a kick out of it.
