Last Thursday, we played our weekly kickball game. Neither Claire nor I really wanted to play…we had the last of our packing to do for our trips and we were not really excited about the still present storms that had made the field muddy and puddle-ly.
The game started just as the drops fell…stronger and stronger the rain fell. Wetter and wetter we became.
The fun was just beginning…
Sure, it was great to win 14-0…yup, a shut-out, but what followed reminded me of one of the reasons I love my wife…not only does she tolerate my persistent silliness, she often is either the instigator of it, or, the main participator in her own silliness.
The puddles had grown quite large…4-5 inches deep in a couple of areas. She whispered to me that at the end of the game, she was going to do a “slip-n-slide” through the biggest puddle.
True to form, she got a 25-yard running start and hit that puddle like she was Pete Rose and it was Ray Fosse.
The explosion of water caused by my beautiful wife going headlong into the mud was glorious. As was the cannonball that followed by another one of our players.
I don’t know about you, but a cannonball into a puddle is not often seen by me unless it is in a Sprite commercial.