It's official. I'm a total dork.
Of course this is no surprise to those who know me well. But in this particular case my dorkiness has a brand new angle. I'll be joining my new team of DORKS
, the Playground Rejects, for our first kickball game on Wednesday night.
DORK stand for Dutch Original Recreational Kickball. I have no clue how the Dutch play, but the red-blooded 'merican version seems to involve lots of beer, little regard for rules and regulations, and a whole bunch of not-necessarily-athletically-talented goofballs running around a baseball diamond chasing a big rubber ball.
This is my kind of sport. Just check out last year's photos
, and start counting the beer cans. (It seems to be doggie friendly as well, always a plus.)
Seems that plenty of other non-athletes in town are digging this too, since there are now around 20 teams in my league, with many other leagues organizing their own versions as well.
Half the fun is making up a name; the Playground Rejects will square off with Still Smokin', and the Whiskey Dicks take on The Fockers, Fried Kickin' takes on Dukes of Hazzard, and Balls Against the Wall will go up against Last Call.
Wanna hang with the cool kids? (Okay, we admit that we're only the almost-cool kids.) The DORK league is closed for the current season, but several others in town are still looking for takers: