Spaceballs Shelve Dewey Decimators


It was a damp field that Gone to Plaid stepped onto on Thursday for the second game of the fledgling 2011 MA Patriot season. Spirits were high coming off a decisive victory over Gettin' Cider the previous week and the red-hot Assholes offense was eager to get their kick on, no matter what Mother Nature threw at them.


A slow start saw the Decimators take an early lead in the first with effective bunting and heads up baserunning.

However, the Spaceballs broke through in the second, plating three off of a sac fly by Asian and an impressive two RBI single by game MVP Tristan.

Tristan wasn’t able to hang around to celebrate his career day at the plate, but when reached for comment he said: “It was wet (like your mom). It was slippery (like your mom). But we were raring to go (like your mom). And we scored over and over again (like your mom).”

Gone to Plaid then broke it open with a nine run fourth inning with RBIs by Josh, Nancy, (the recently betrothed and pictured) Kevin, Seamus and Brennan. Captain Big brought home three with his first homerun of the season.

The Decimators would bring in three in the bottom of the inning, but the Spaceballs were able to rely on some uncommon teamwork in the field that helped ensure victory.


First, the recently engaged Kevin and Catie paired up for a catch in shallow left center when Kevin reached up for a pop-up and couldn’t find a grip. Catie, backing up her partner, was able to pluck the falling ball out of the air before it hit the ground to make the out.

“It was wet out there, which is how I like it,” said the blushing bride-to-be. “I was just glad I could get behind my fiancĂ© and catch his slippery ball! Feeling great now that I have a Schwartz all my own!”

The defensive adventures continued in the next inning when Kevin was able to help out teammate Kate in right center. As the ball floated, threatening to land behind her, Kate was able to tip the ball right into Kevin’s arms.

“It’s much easier to pitch a ball game when you know you’ve got fielders out there who are so willing to work together,” said Big, who would do well to follow his own advice. It was his gaff in the infield that led to a pair of opportunistic runs for the Decimators in the fourth.

The jubilant Assholes made their way to a mercifully crowded Tommy Doyle’s to raise a glass. Seamus, after raising a few glasses, said “We hope to continue to bring the spirit, and the beard, of Thomas Doyle to each and every game for the remainder of the season.”

Words to live by… I think…

Gone to Plaid will hit the field next week against long-time rivals Blue St- erm Big Blue WINNING! MaSheen.

Gone to Plaid Take off at Ludicrous Speed


With a squad bigger than Spaceball One, Gone to Plaid stepped onto the hallowed fields of Cambridge Common ready to get their kick on. And with a decisive 10-0 victory over dreaded Gettin’ Cider, they sent a message to the rest of the league: “Dreams of victory? We’re here to take the air out of those sails.”

“The Schwartz was definitely with us,” said Co-Captain and Game MVP Colin. “We beamed Gettin’ Cider 10 times last night. It was wonderful.”

In a night of too many stars, Colin was the offensive leader, getting on base twice, scoring his first run of the season and kicking in two RBIs in the fourth inning.

Seamus played his first game in the lead off spot and reached twice. “It’s amazing to see those giant calves wrapped in those twisty socks churn down that line.” said Captain Big.

The defensive play of the night went to Wayne in the hot corner, with the season’s first fabled seam from third to first, hitting Colin right in the Lobster claws. “My arm went all tingly after that throw,” said Thumper. “All of me went tingly,” replied Captain Big.

The other defensive standout of the day was behind the dish. After a season-ending dislocated shoulder last season, there was talk in the off-season of a trade or early retirement. However, The Brow shucked the doubters and took his place behind the plate and had one of his best games in recent memory. “I think I have boner for this season,” Brennan said after the win.

Veteran Angela was perfect at the plate and on the bases, beating out a perfect bunt and scoring a run from second. “When I saw my bunt go right down the first base line, I thought I was done,” said Angela. “But months of training have proven successful and I was able to outrun the throw. I'm hoping that this first game sets the tone for the rest of the season.”

Co-Captain Asian earned the season’s first band-aid, sliding not once, but twice on the bases, picking up a couple of scuffs and cuts for her troubles. “I bled for the team!,” she aid. “I bled before you did,” she accused.

Even rookie Matty is confident, (though his kicking style leaves something to be desired, according to a petulant Captain Big). “Gone to Plaid is where it's at; the team to watch out for this season.”

Fans of the club went home happy on Thursday night, happy to see their team start the season off with a bang. Everyone is now nurturing high hopes for the year as Gone to Plaid has already positioned themselves in the league as the team to beat.


~Photos courtesy of Matty Stevenson

Spaceballs: The Flow Chart

Four years ago, a ragtag group of co-workers had a friend whose boyfriend's co-workers were starting a kickball team. They all joined together and formed the Middlesex Panthers, a team which paid no mind to its inexperience on the kickball diamond, focused on its deep expertise at the bar and rode this combination to a rousingly successful second-place finish.

Every kickball season since then, members of that original team have trudged along, losing many players but gaining even more new ones along the way -- other co-workers, high school friends, college roommates, significant others and kickball castaways looking for new homes.

With this constant change, it can be difficult for even the most veteran kickballer to keep track of how everyone originally knew everyone else. And for the many newbies on Gone to Plaid, following these relationships would be downright impossible. Well, not anymore. I am proud to present "Spaceballs: The Flow Chart."

"Spaceballs: The Flow Chart," although more confusing than a Tokyo subway map, is the easiest way to show how everyone originally knew everyone else. (It does not track current connections, like the fact that Angela and Leigh are roommates now, or that Brennan and Tristan have a little fling that they think we don't know about.) Special thanks to Catie for helping me put this together and to Eric for fixing my mistakes and making it look all nice like.

Baseball Fundamentals




or, Everything I really needed to know I learned back at Tri-Valley Baseball Camp on the West side of Taunton.


Maybe its because my mother went to college to be a gym teacher, or because like most other white suburban kids, I was the heir apparent to an athletic throne that never existed. The prodigal son returning home to reclaim a lost glory for every adult male who never played D-1. But I spent my summers learning "fundamentals" for any sport that would offer a camp. Fundamentals, by the by, is Orwellian for child-labor drills. There is nothing fun about them, and to further turn the screw, you are barked at constantly until you perfect things like "the crow hop" or where the correct location for a layup to hit the backboard is. As any good prodigal knows, the backboard is the root of good fundamentals. Swishes are mistakes or arrogance displayed by hotshots.

Because of my brutal conditioning, I moved over to a-traditional sports as soon as I hit high school. And while Kickball is certainly a-traditional, and could be one of the most subversive sports in america (can you really contort the American Game so brazenly on public property?) the basics are too close to baseball for me to not get all Manchurian Candidate on people when they make mistakes born form a lack of brutal discipline.

I was once told by some military buff that untrained armies will retreat after only 10% causalities incurred; the nerve! I don't know if those figures are exactly right, but the point there is fear and adrenaline will fuck your ass up, and if you don't have a Pavlovian response to a grounder coming at you with a man on 1 & 2, you're likely going to make a mistake.

For kids fundamentals, like beatings, are necessary. Kids are dopes and if it isn't instinctual, it probably isn't done. What 9 year old in their right mind powers through a gnat in the throat while chasing a fly into right field? Exactly. But adults have the ability to internalize things they should be doing. Heres a list of the top X number of mistakes I see on the kickball field that, If I were 9, I would be screamed at for. There would also be laps...fatty.

1. Don't throw the ball before you have the ball in your hands.

I can't tell you, if you're looking at it analytically, how stupid this makes people look. The balls making a bee-line for them and they're trying to arrange themselves in such a fashion to get the ball to an appropriate base before they even have it. WTF are you doing?

If you don't have a secure hold on the ball you are either bobbling it or throwing it into the weeds. Both are shitty responses to a grounder and you ought to be benched. Yes, waiting for the ball to come completely into your paws does waste valuable second (not pluralized intentionally) but thats life. If the ball didn't get to you quick enough, you should have either charged it, or you settle for the defensive holding. Now, people are going to read "settle" as pejorative. It should be taken that way only in the event your offense sucks. Holding the line is often better than an out. In the long haul, you maintain a lot better stats than the goofy, bobbled throws that might make it. This isn't Fievel, quit dreaming.

2. Back up your base

The outfield for new kids is scary. The kickball, the last time you played, was your size, and catching a pop-fly meant taking it in the teeth and a possible nurse visit. But you're an adult now, so sack up and get after it. Once you've achieved dignity again, your next move is to start backing up the bases. As I've shown above, you already have some idiot on third throwing it 45 feet over the head of the first basement. I know the position in right field is cushy, but jog over in preparation. You know who's playing third, and he's a train wreck as is, never mind the 5th he had before the game. Make moves.

Same goes for everyone else except first base who really should not go anywhere.

3. Know where the play is

You should always assume its coming to you. Because it is coming to you. And not the easy way, the "everyone's going to tell you 'its ok' but we all know they think you're an asshole" way. When you get it (because you knew it was coming to you) and you wait until you actually have it (because we do not throw early) you should know which base the ball ought to be thrown at. Don't over think it. In kickball, if you threw it where it should have gone, and by some odd aberration things went awry, those issues are settled in two ways:

a. rethrowing, which is achievable because you got the throw off early and didn't dally with it and...

b. arguing with ref's/rock,paper,scissor. The captains handle this, you don't need to worry about it.

If you were caught sleeping, throw it to first. Great news, theres always a play at first. But you should not be sleeping.

4. Saccing it in.

By the Top of the 2nd you know who you're playing. If its going to be a low scoring game, don't shy away from the sac runs. If theres someone on 2nd or 3rd, you have no to 1 out recorded, launch a fat one out as far as it can go. If they catch it, you still get a run, and thats harder to recover from than an out. Which brings me to my final point.

5. Tag up. This is not a joke.

Kickball is a lot of fun. Unless you don't tag up and fuck things up for everyone. This is not a joke. If its in the air, and you leave the bag before its caught, when its caught, you have to come back and touch the base again. This is easily solved by not leaving the bag until its caught. That can confuse some folks so I'll write it again. Don't leave the bag until the ball is caught. I hope we're clear on this. Its not a joke. The guy just sacced it to the outfield so our children could eat tonight, and you're pissing on their cornmeal. No one is happy.

I hope you found this lesson interesting and informative. If you don't have the time to read it, don't worry, 25 other people will be screaming these lessons at you as you play.

Gone To Plaid: Introduction

Greetings Kickballers!

Welcome to Summer kickball! I hope you're all getting pumped for the return to the hallowed fields of Cambridge Common, where glory is won and alcohol is surreptitiously consumed.

This season we are Gone To Plaid! If You have no idea what we're talking about, shame on you for your lack of Mel Brooks education. In a nutshell, however, check it. We may have to do a Spaceballs team viewing in the season lead up. Drinking game is every time there's a penis joke (spoken or physical)? We can work out the specifics on the night.

As you know, the season starts on May 12, but I know many of you would like to get out there and shake some rust off, kick around and practice before being thrown into the pressure-cooker that is game time. I figure it'll be easiest to all descend on a field somewhere, but when people are available is the tough part. Any preferences? Prolly a weekend'll be easiest.

Next item of business is probably the most important. Socks. I've looked for plaid/argyle socks online that'll meet our needs (full calf-length, preferably athletic), but the few options I've found are exorbitantly expensive. I've heard the suggestion that I make a run to Target and see what they have, so I'll do that this weekend. If I can't beat a ~$6/pair price, though, we'll go back to soccer socks. I've heard the suggestion to return to the tornado/stripe styles. If the Target option doesn't pan out, I'll put together another survey, since that worked pretty well before.

We are, officially, black. I don't know how many of you ordered the Dry Fit option (I did), but I wouldn't worry too much about overheating. Games are late enough in the afternoon that the color of our shirts shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Once again, the team site is up and running. The Munt And Flip will be your resource for game recaps, season schedule, etc. If you wish to contribute to the blog, let me know and I'll give you write permissions (if you don't already have them).

There're a few addresses on the list that aren't Gmail accounts. Though I don't anticipate having another 300 email outburst like we did in the registration process, we still get pretty long-winded, so if you have a Gmail account, I'd recommend using it (just send it to me and I'll update your contact info in my list). If you don't, make one. It's free and it's awesome. I'll (or somebody will) also probably create a Google Calendar of our schedule which'll be handy.

SO! Who's up for some freaking KICKBALL this year!? Let get out there and kick some balls!

Captain Big
Gone To Plaid

"Smoke 'em if you got 'em"

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Happy Holidays from the Munt And Flip.

Snowman courtesy of Unicode and the much-learned Yuval.