team bondage, errr, I mean, bonding

The Fall Sunday softball season is coming to an end. This is sad for me. I’ve been playing with this team since March and it has been a most enjoyable experience. This team has the right level of talent and dedication AND my teammates have great attitudes and seem like they love playing ball. We’re pretty competitive on game day, but not necessarily competitive with each other. I think we have a lot of good solid people (as well as good solid ball players) and I just like being around them. But we never do anything social together. That is, until last weekend.

About 2 weeks ago, we had some leftover money from team fees and someone suggested we have a party and get a keg. As luck would have it, we had a 2pm Sunday doubleheader scheduled for our last regular season games. Before that game started, I told my teammates that I realized we had not partied before but that since we’re all on the competitive side, maybe we could play a team game of flip cup? The team approved, so after our games, we headed to a teammate’s house. He has an awesome house for a team party – a finished basement with a bar and a tap and a nice backyard with a picnic table. Flip cup was taught and we played and were merry and had fun and ate chili and watched football and I just was overwhelmingly satisfied.

I generally disapprove of drinking games, especially after college, but somehow, this was completely right. The only other drinking game I can think of that I deem appropriate for a softball team get together, is beer pong. I wasn’t that much of a partier at Case but I have some fond memories of beer pong and flip cup. Once at a civil engineering department keg party (in the academic building) I had my ass handed to me in flip cup by the head of the civil engineering department. Oops. I think I also remember losing pretty badly to a tennis player at beer pong. That was pretty embarrassing.