Thursday, May 7, 2009

Sporty Spice...

I remember when I first moved to Chicago.  I would take the run past North Avenue in the summer and jealously check out the beach volleyball and softball leagues. Moving here in June, I definitely didn't have enough friends to form a volleyball team, and our softball team at work never went out afterwards. I played because, really, I was an intern, and I couldn't say no... but always thought, isn't the point of softball to further "team build" at the field AND the bar? Was I just too fresh out of college to find a love for the sport? Turns out... it wasn't me. It was them.

They stop playing. Many moved. Some went to other PR firms. But four years later, I'm still here and still playing... and the team took a dramatic 180. For the better. We win games AND have fun afterwards. I like to think it was because of my encouragement and/or social leadership... but I think I had some help from a few of my bar/karoake-loving friends, co-workers and family who have become the rockstar team we now know as the B-M Bashers. 

There's drama. There's tears. People have been known to kick dirt... sometimes throw clipboards. Fight with refs. But one things is always certain. There is beer. Before. During. And after. And that's the one constant that's kept us together through the years :)

Let's play ball!


DML on May 8, 2009 at 9:08 AM said...

This gave me chills, Col. ;-)

Kate on May 8, 2009 at 9:13 AM said...

Softball is a love story, and this is Shakespeare... :) GO BASHERS! looking forward to another great year of beer, wings and karaoke too!

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