Don't Hate the Player, Hate the Game

The school-wide e-mail regarding intramural sports has a critical typo. You will notice for Thursday softball it reads, ‘Oral Advocates v. Werebears”. That is patently false. Possibly a smear campaign by our opponents but let me tell you, it’s a horrible lie. I do not know what a Werebear is and I don’t know how that became out team name but I for one am not a Werebear.

The 1Q’s have been debating between the law school appropriate, ‘Tortious Batters’ and the trendy Summer ’06 title, ‘The Walker Texas Rangers’. It’s a close call. After hours of contemplation and careful analysis I’m casting my vote for ‘Tortious Batters’ simply for the staying power. Granted, ‘Tortious Batters’ won’t apply to any sport besides softball but at least it will be timeless. Try using a Chuck Norris affiliated name next summer and I might as well step on the field wearing cut off jean shorts, a Von Dutch hat, and a Starter jacket. I for one will not.

I received some vituperative comments today prior to partaking in a lunch time catch. I heard such things as, ‘That’s ridiculous if you have time for a catch’, and ‘Are you really taking law league that seriously?’ In response to my first colleague, yes I do have time for a catch. I also have time to write a blog and I’m probably going to play tennis at 7:30. When a cute female asks me to do anything, I very rarely say no.

As far as serious goes, I think we care the least of all teams. The reason for our catch was entertainment, something akin to ping pong, or billiards. Don’t be scared. The 1Q’s may be intelligent, but in general our coordination is slightly exceeded by most special Olympians. We may not be able to run, catch, throw, slide, pitch or hit but we are 19 deep and after a few drinks I’m sure one of us is bound to get the hang of it.