That’s how it’s done, folks!

Well, I mean, except that you also want to win. . . but aside from losing the game, the way we played tonight is EXACTLY what it’s all about and I think the difference lies entirely in the fact that Mr. Bob & I drank vodka while we played.

We lost by WAY LESS than usual tonight, and I am almost entirely certain the Evil Empire team believes Team Ramrod to be comprised of retarded adults who don’t know that 6 is more than 3.

Allow me to put this into perspective for you, Internet.  Team Ramrod is 1-3.  The cumulative total of runs scored is approximately 4 times less than the cumulative total of runs allowed. 

Team Evil Empire is 4-0.  They are one of two undefeated teams in the league.  They think they’re some hot shit.

When we kept them from scoring during the entire first 4 innings, we were pretty darn happy about it.  When we held them to 6 runs in the game, we were elated.  When we SCORED 3 RUNS, I damn near peed my pants.  I may also have jumped directly on top of the guy who kicked the homer that brought those runs in.

So, if you can imagine the scene. . . we were there, losing, and screaming and carrying on like we just won the World Series.  Seriously, I’m pretty sure they think we’re retarded.  Like actually retarded.

But, you know what?  They can think that all day long because we had a riot.  Tonight was THE. BEST. TIME. EVER.  You’ll be able to tell by the photos.  

I refuse to post the one where the smokin’ hot guy who offered to show me the “best night of my life” is grabbing my boob, because that was inappropriate, and he is 24 years old, so I’m relatively certain that he is not going to be showing anyone the “best night of their life” anytime soon, but it’s really cute that he thinks so, but still, dude, keep your hands off.  No matter how sexy you are.  Really.  Check back with me in a few months.  I very well may have changed my mind by that time.

Here, I’m getting help holding my drink.  Our boys are so very helpful in a crunch.

Something was apparently quite amusing here:

Did you know I can pitch?  Like a ROCK STAR.  And, also drink.

I can also talk some smack.  This would be my “WTF?!” face.  As in, “WTF?!  BRING IT, BIOTCH!”  What you don’t know is that this is when they started scoring runs.  I maybe got a little TOO cocky.  *shrugs*  But, you’d think our super sonic laser beam eyes would have shaken them. 

This is the team that beat us.  How super nice were they to take photos with us afterwards?  You may note a look of confusion on their faces.  I think they really couldn’t comprehend why we wanted to take a photograph with the team that just beat us in kickball. 

This is us, ELATED that we lost by less than normal.

Happy houring after the game, schmoozing the other teams’ boys.  It hasn’t gotten us a damn thing so far, but we’ll keep trying.