Our first season, the Underdogs played mediocre during regular season play, but won the tournament to take home the Champion title.
This year... we were undefeated during season.
Our tournament was Saturday... believe me when I say in the title of this post that KICKBALL IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!!! Starting at 11am, we played five kickball games throughout the day. The championship game completed about 5:00pm. It wore us out! Unfortunately we did not come home with the championship this year. We got the runner-up place, due to shooting ourselves in the foot.
The injury list for the McGugan family was compiled after the games:
Heather - sore all over her body, hurt to laugh for days, walking was slow and painful all over, and her left butt check kills because of all the squatting she did by pitching for five full games.
Kelly - possible torn hamstring- OUCH!!! The back of his left leg (where the hamstring is located) is black, blue, and brown. During the finals, Kelly kicked what would have been an "in the park" home run. He rounded first, felt the hamstring pull, rounded second and heard a pop. He then clumsily and painfully hobbled to third, where he stayed until the next hitter brought him home.
Moral of the story - kickball is not for the faint of heart, OR we're getting old. I chose the former.
So, the U of Memphis trainer told us that a good indication of Kelly's hamstring being torn, would be bruising. We did not see anything Saturday, nor Sunday... but by Monday, something bruise like showed up. But today (Tuesday)... wow. See below:
Some pictures from our tournament:
Me - acting like my goofy self. I don't take pictures by myself very seriously. I'm marking the score.
The girls of the Underdogs - Back Row: Luci, Kelly, Me, Andi. Front Row: Missy, Brook, and Dana.
Some of the boys of the Underdogs - Kelly (my hubby), Chris, Carper, Lamell, Whitehead, and Mac.
In other news... after the kickball game, Kelly & I rushed home to shower and get ready for a wedding. Here is a pic of us from the reception.
4 comments:
I'm thinking if you'd saved the beers til AFTER the tourney, you could have won! :)
Dude, that looks really bad. I aint your mama but it might be worth getting that looked at.
I pulled mine too when I was Kelly's age (not yet old, but no longer young). Same story, I was rounding the bases and heard the pop. Unfortunately, the injury hangs on for a couple months, and you feel it forever. I bet he manned up and completed the game with a popped hammy. uFrank
Yep, Uncle Frank. He played 1st base the remaining part of the game (his usual position) - he did well. He even tried to kick again, which turned out to be a very bad idea. On to the healing process now - slow!
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