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Published Monday, June 27, 2005 by seanlmccarthy | E-mail this post

MY OWN KICKBALL MEMORIES: As an "anonymous" comment points out below, I failed to mention "32 to 2, 32 to 2, we're beating you right out of your shoe." Somehow, that always brings a smile back to the face.
But that was kickball on an official kickball field, with painted lines on the blacktop playground of our elementary school in Simsbury, Conn. (the school long since closed and became Town Hall and the police station, which means going to detention gets a new meaning for anyone still hanging around town).
Anyhoo...
Yes, the memorable game in question happened one Latch Key afternoon in the 1970s. 32-2.
We also played some kickball in the Stubbs' backyard, but that wasn't usually as formal as the games on the Belden playground. Even after all of these years, I have not forgotten.
Good times.