
What started as a wet and gloomy day quickly turned into a glorious day of kickball for the SCK title! The tourney to crown the new King of kickball quickly turned sour though as a battle of US vs. THEM broke out of no where. All eyes were suddenly glued to the epic battle between EPK and SCK, I mean Where My Pitches At and The Machine formerly known as the Drunken Monkeys. How did this magnificent day turn into EPK vs. SCK you ask? Well, it all started when the game between the Pitches and Hitless concluded. For some stupid reason that I cannot comprehend, the brains behind those two teams decide it would be a great idea if they broke in the middle of the field to "1,2,3....EPK!" I wont even mention what was said of my Shockers. It seemed they were out to make a point. Bad idea morons! Not only was this a horribly stupid idea, but it helped fuel the REAL King of Kickball to the take the SHIP in what turned out be a classic game. I know the Monkeys are to classy to admit it, but I know that deep down inside they wanted to make sure that there was no way in hell that they'd let any one else walk off that field with the title. The crown was going to be theirs to wear every one else be damned. And I know the politically correct peeps at SCK will never admit that it was a battle of league vs. league, but we all know better and on this day we all know who was the better organization. So now that we know that SCK is superior to EPK in every way, shape or form, I want to give a great big shout to the MACHINE. Way to FUCKEN go!!