Here’s how I feel tonight:

It has nothing to do with the kickball game The Press endured earlier.

We hit the fields early, some players imbibing while we mulled around. We wanted to catch some of the early game.

Then I heard a familiar voice. It was Sam, our old pal from Balls of Fury.

Apparently there weren’t enough female Balls of Fury, so he asked to recruit from our team. Everyone voted me to play.

We owed Sam from week 1, so I was happy to oblige.

I had a great time playing the honorary Ball of Fury, and we won 8-2!

When The Press was finally up, we realized what we were in for. It was to be a rematch of last week.

Get Krunk Krew was ready for some revenge (we were behind 5-4 in the middle of the third). They were intimidating last week, but we were holding our own in the downpour.

Tonight, it was a full-on three-ring circus.

We must’ve played our worst game ever against the best team in the league—two-time St. Pete champs.

We tried pegging runners out and missed. We kicked pop flies. We had a player ejected.

The final: 20-0.

Better luck next week!