Sunday, June 22, 2008

Just thinking about our boy this morning...

So, it's Sunday morning and I've just dragged myself out of bed to get ready to play some kickball. The sun is shining and some kind of bird that I wanted to throw rocks at while it was singing at 3am is now brightening the day with it's tunes. By all accounts it's a beautiful day to go and play in the park and one that KC would welcome with open arms.
I look forward to seeing his smiling, hungover face on Sundays. He'll come bounding through the fields on his (sweet-ass) bike, grinning like an idiot, ready to take on anyone lucky enough to get to play us that day.
Once the game gets underway, KC can be counted on to make some juvenile joke or say something hilariously awesome/awful about the kicker and their sexual proclivities. He'll lead the chants of "Fighting Cocks give us drugs, give us booze..." and high five the crap out of you when you do something great on the field. Hell, even when you screw up, he's ready with something to make you feel not so sucky when you come off for the inning.
I've got a lot of things to say about KC and a thousand memories to share, but because it's Sunday I'm thinking about wearing pink and hanging out on the field with my good friend , Mr. Haywood.
We're gonna play extra hard today. KC knows we have a winning streak and he'll be pissed if we ruin it while he can't yell at us about it.

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