I originally sent this out to my team, but it has been suggested that I share with the rest of the league:

For those of you who werent able to attend last nights game, allow me to give my own personal recap:

5:30 Pregaming at Terris
6:30 Game
7:15 HOT SUNDAE WINS!!! The 5-game losing streak is officially over after losing the first five games, there was a bit of an identity crisis when we acutally won, so it was kind of anti climatic. I give credit to team mom, Sam Butcher and the delicious orange slices!
7:16 Drinking commences at Tom Tom we are the first team to arrive
8:00 Flip cup begins Riding the wave of glory from our first kickball victory, Hot Sundae proceeds to go on an incredible winning streak, and drink entirely way too much (if such a thing is possible). I cant remember any highlights, so thats all I can share about flip cup.
Some time much, much later After arguing with none other than PoDCK (Carter) about which jumbo slice eatery to go to, myself, Carter, Terri, Rob (Editors note: Rob was not, in fact in attendance) and probably some other people enjoy some greasy goodness. Getting caught up in the jubilation that is jumbo slice, I attempt to give Terri a hug (Editors note: Im told we were wrestling?) and proceed to eat it on the 18th street sidewalk. Unfortunately, I also proceeded to cut my head open like none other. Dirty napkins are quickly placed over my wound, as well as someones Hot Sundae jersey (Sorry to whoever has a bloody shirt!) I thought my friends were kind and responsible enough to call 911, but no, the ambulance that picked me up just happened to be rolling through los A Mo. I am then taken to (what I find out much, much later) is the Georgetown University Hospital for a cat scan, x-rays and some sloppy
stitches across my forehead (I dont know how many I have, and the
nurse this AM didnt know either).

Highlights from my one-night stay at the G.U.H. ER include (but are not limited to):

• Wearing a neck brace for the entire night (comfy!)
• Having to pee in some plastic container while laying on the hospital
  bed (whether I did this under my shorts or for all to see is very unclear)
• Enjoying the company of some rando guy who served in Iraq and did nothing but yell at me the ENTIRE time from the next bed over. For what? Beats me!
• Waking up at 6, figuring out where I am and what happened. No one was attending to me (bitches), so I made a commotion in order to get some help. When I inquired what was going on, I was greeted with the catty response: Youre drunk and you fell down. To which I replied, I know THAT, but when can I leave? Where am I? Mommy? After apologizing for any belligerent behavior from the night before, I was informed by the nice nurse that I was one of the best drunks theyve ever treated! The doctor also told me that she liked my personality. Considering I was still very much drunk this morning, and blacked out for patches of my time in the ER, Im really not sure how to take this. Mom would be proud

So, I got a quick ride home (thanks Rob and Terri), showered and am now at work. My head is throbbing like nobodys business, I may or may not be drunk, and Im realizing that I still have some dried blood in my hair (gross).

I will most CERTAINLY be taking a half day today.

BUT, I am officially (or will be once the stitches come out) scarred for life, and it will always remind me of Hot Sundaes first victory.

Go Bayside!