I am a huge sap and I LOVE love. I love babies, and Love Actually, and good love stories,
and people who are just so cute they make me want to vom….but in a good way of
course. So when talking to Brian Neal and
Jenn Miller two weeks ago about
their story, it got me thinking about all of the other ADORABLE couples we have
in WAKA.
The couples that met through a WAKA sponsored event or league.
The couples who needed some friendly competition.
The couples who play on separate teams because one is either really bad or really good.
The couples who just started dating.
The couples who are married.
So last week’s #wakabarchallenge was to go around taking pictures with
your favorite couples and post their story and here are just a few of them!
So thinking about all of this love was the perfect segway for something
I’ve been thinking about for a while. The love going on in WAKA could never be
if it weren’t for the love the leaders and coordinators show for this league. And
sometimes we take it for granted. It’s so easy to complain; rainouts, traffic
to get to 6:30 games, not getting mentioned in a podcast when you know you had
a crazy awesome play, not enough beer at the EOS, a shitty bar for mid-season,
not winning the bar belt, not winning flip cup, no hot guys on your team, too
many hot guys on your team, a no pets field, really late games, triple-headers,
field rules, bar rules, game rules, and so much more. |
| His love. Just look at the love. |
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| Look at the fearless-leaderness |
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| That shirt |
But think about how those complaints wouldn’t even be possible without Brent Wentworth or Keith Morehart; we wouldn’t have games to be rained out, or games
to sit in traffic for, or EOS parties, or a podcast or blog at all. Like how Katie Litle might not be dating Matt Welbrock if it wasn’t for his
celeb status and selfless contributions to 3U3D. Or how this damn South Korea
Kickball Open couldn’t continue without the dedication of Jorts and his meticulously made shirt. Or how you never would have
learned the wobble if it wasn’t for the tireless sponsorship talks done with
Luckies. Or how we could very well be playing on a league with 4 teams instead
of a well marketed, robust, 18-team league. Or how you never would have met the
love of your life sitting across from you if not for those WAKA bombs at the
EOS 4 years ago.
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| Look at all of that lovin' |
There is so much LOVE in this league which people sometimes brush off
or fail to recognize. The passion for this silly game with a red ball and 353
crazy, amazing people is just….it just amazes this sap right here. So next time
you’re moving in on your honey, or mustering up the courage to talk to that
cute outfielder, or marrying the charger of your dreams, just remember the
people who contributed so much to your love story and maybe even gave your love
story a happy ending.
I wish I could have ended my post on that line, because damn that was
good. But I still have to shoutout to DCOMB for doing an AMAZING job with
#barbelttravels and taking pictures. Y’all make me SO proud! Kickheads, it’s
Sunday, where are your pics?? Don’t let me down!!
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| Kickout photo. 3 BB members!! |
And now, in the name of love, I now pronounce Breaking Brad and the #barbelt lawfully married for this week by
the power vested in me by the WAKA League of Hampton Roads. Your desire to
stand out with your tie-dyed shirts, constant presence in the #AMP and Kickout
Photo, dedication to WAKA promotion through your social media use, unfaltering
ability to take really good pictures, and being all-around great people has not
gone unnoticed. Thanks for being a great team on and off the field!
In the words of Marilee Columbus,
#WAKAlove y’all
With all the LOVE in the world,
Fagel
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