Oh blah blah President, blah blah NSA, blah blah State of the Union. Who cares? The real political intrigue in this town revolves around two things: Blackberries and kickball.
Just as residents in what is now Arlington went to bed in DC one night in 1847 and woke up in Virginia, many who once would have registered with WAKA will now have to play NAKID. My kickballin buddy who passed me this information said exact reasons why the split-off occurred are hard to come by. This upshot seems to be that WAKA, faced with a bunch of DCites who wanted to play kickball this spring… declared the local division as “fall only.”
I can’t imagine exactly why they didn’t want to take the hard-earned $60 of so many aspiring drunkards athletes, but if all you care about is a chance to kick a ball and hoist a drink, this probably works in your favor. Dues, if you step up before mid-month, will be $42 as compared to WAKA’s past $60.
Photo courtesy of EXB-WDC.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
