a poem

Below is a poem by our beloved captain Kristy. Her words are beautiful and so meaningful.  Kristy is great at capturing the true meaning of WOLWSB.


Thursday afternoons are a time of worry.


Then the clock strikes 6:15 (or 7, or 7:45) and we run bases in a hurry.

But the kickball score is not our concern

It’s how many pitchers through which we can burn.

Aces and Eights gets our pay checks each week.

And we grind on their dance floor ass cheek to cheek.

$10 a pitcher is a small price to pay.

Because each week we get to Party in the U.S.A.

We drink and chug and love our brews.

Because Win or Lose, We Still Booze!