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Why Kickball Needs More Feet and Fewer Tongues

We played another kickball game last night.  We played against one of THOSE teams.  You know the team, the kind that likes to talk.  A lot.  Most of the talk was just minor ribbing in an attempt to take our heads out of the game but after a few innings things began to get personal.  There are a couple of guys on my team that have a tendency to let things get under their skin and things began to escalate around the fifth inning.

 

Right around the fifth or sixth inning we began scoring a few more runs.  After my friend crossed the plate some of the opposing team’s fans (yes, the sport of kickball has fans) began heckling him and he simply said, “Scoreboard.”  I believe it was followed by an expletive of which the correct usage would be for a female canine. 

 

Apparently, they had heckled him pretty good but what he didn’t know was one of the hecklers was a 13 year old kid.  The father of the child was on the opposing team and he was fairly bent.

 

At the end of the game, a 9-2 victory for the undefeated BTS Inferno (again, I didn’t make up the name) we always line up to shake, bump, slap hands and say “good game”.  I knew that had the potential to be ugly and it was.  Fortunately, nothing more than some gum-bumping went on.  I don’t think anybody wanted to fight; they just wanted to stick their chest out and let us (especially my friend) know who the tough and cool kids on the block were.  I had talked to my friend during the seventh inning in an attempt to cool him off.  They have no idea what kind of bear they were about to wake up and I am glad he kept his head.

 

He tried to explain and apologize at the end of the game.  He was contrite and said he got caught up in the heat of the moment and he knew he shouldn’t be acting like that.  They were having none of it.  Finger wagging and scary head nodding was done and then they left.

 

What started off as simple ribbing nearly ended up in fisticuffs.  What a shame, I mean it’s kickball for crying out loud, not…well…soccer.  Out of the twenty or so people that were on the field I think about half of us kept our mouths shut.  I really wanted to pop of once or twice but I know that I have a witness to uphold and I know what the tongue can do.

 

James 3:5-6

5Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.

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They Walk Among Us 3
March 6, 2008, 9:43 am
Filed under: Random Junk, Stupid Happens, That's Just Dumb, Uncategorized

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“Let’s see, I have a leaky gas tank and no car jack.  Hmmm, those 2×4’s should do.  Now, let’s get to welding.”



Best office prank ever?
February 11, 2008, 9:13 am
Filed under: Funny Stories, Random Junk, Stupid Happens | Tags: ,

Being the bargain junkie that I am I subscribe to a daily email from steepandcheap.com.  Today’s email told a story of what could possibly be the greatest office prank ever.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.   

“One of the best office job pranks I’ve seen was when one of my friends had the bad sense to use his username as his password. A co-worker seated next to him guessed his password on the first try, which was remarkable in spite of its simplicity. He took a screen shot of the guy’s desktop, and then dragged all the icons off the screen and put the screen shot up as the desktop background. It’s okay if you didn’t understand that last sentence because that means you have the good sense to avoid office desk jobs. So the guy’s desktop looked exactly like it used to, except all the icons were just background pictures instead of actual shortcuts. So he spent half the morning clicking on his desktop and restarting his computer. No one else got any work done either.” 

On another note, and COMPLETELY unrelated, I can’t wait until we, the staff of Legacy Fellowship, are full-time and sharing office space.  Oh, the anticipation is killing me.

Got any other good ideas?



Budget Motorcycle Safety Course
February 5, 2008, 9:26 am
Filed under: Funny Stories, Motorcycles, Sports, Stupid Happens, That's Just Dumb | Tags:

If you are looking for a motorcycle safety course on the cheap look no further.  We meet every Thursday night at 6:00 pm at Walken Elementary School in the playground area.  Cost is $45.  Cash only please! 

For your protection please come with helmet, long pants, boots, gloves and a leather jacket.

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They Walk Among Us 2
January 28, 2008, 10:23 am
Filed under: Random Junk, Stupid Happens | Tags: , ,

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This is the latest and greatest in construction safety technology.  It’s the new impenetrable, yet breathable polycarbonate, all-in-one dust mask and safety glasses.  Get yours today at Ziploc.com.

I am so glad I live in America.



They Walk Among Us
November 14, 2007, 9:31 am
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“What do you want the cake to say?”  

“’Best Wishes Suzanne’ and underneath that ‘We will miss you.’”



Falling on my sword
September 21, 2007, 10:07 am
Filed under: Daily Living, Funny Stories, Life Happens, Random Junk, Stupid Happens, Uncategorized

It has been requested I share this story with you all.  This is a true story and only the names have been changed or omitted to protect their identity. 

As my temporary means of income (going on 3 years now), I am employed by a company that provides a service.  I am in the direct sales department of which there are two representatives.  Selling a product is a difficult job.  I have learned selling a service is much more difficult.  Products are tangible.  You can hold or touch a product.  A service can be described in as much detail as a book by Henry David Thoreau but you still can’t touch it.

Selling a service is one thing and delivering is a whole different animal.  When you can’t deliver on said service because of one detail or another excuses start flying and heads start rolling.  I don’t like to make excuses.  Excuses are like armpits; everybody has ‘em and most of them stink.  When we can’t deliver I like to find out why and then I do my best to fix it or get it to the person that can fix it.  Then and only then do I go to a customer to make things right…if possible.   

Some people in business say, “Never say you are sorry.  Tell them we appreciate your patience as we work to get this matter resolved.”  I don’t subscribe to this philosophy.  I think it is garbage.  There is nothing wrong with saying you are sorry.  It may not be your fault but you can be sorry for a customer’s inconvenience.  A little humility can go a long way.   

Enough preface, here is the point of this post.  One day one our contractors called me up to tell me he could not deliver on a service to a customer.  He was at the customer’s home and because of something behind the scenes he could not complete his job.  I told him I would come by the customer’s home to talk with them and sort the problem out.  I got to the home about 10 minutes later and knocked on the door.  The customer invites me in so we can hash things out.   

I explain to the customer that we are doing everything we can to make things work to the absolute best of our ability and we are terribly sorry.  “I am here to fall on my sword.  I just forgot it at home.” I say this simply to interject a bit of levity.  Humor is a powerful tool and can often make a big difference in earning a bit of rapport with someone that is upset.  

Apparently this person was in no mood for humor as she said, “Take a look on the wall in the office.”  There on the wall was a 5 foot long, double-edged sword right out of Conan the Barbarian.  “Uhhh, got any drop cloths?  This could be messy.” 

That was the first and the last time I have ever used that saying.