Often times when we head out to the kickball field, we will get questions as to why we are the “pink team” and why do you have a giant pink elephant as a mascot. For the real reasons, we once again turn to team historian, Will, for the real story of the BCBs...
The Ballad of Drinky Von Hamerstein also "Hammersteen," "Hammerstein"
Although the exact origins of the name Drinky Von Hamerstein are unclear, many trace the name of the now well known mascot to Dirk "The Hammer" Steenhoek, a mid 17th century Dutch Count who first brought kickball to the lowlands, playing a version that involved a keg at each of two windmills in the outfield, and the baselines being lined with tulips. However, after The Hammer and his team of Dutch mercenaries crushed the North London Tigerlilies in an invitational tournament championship, famously ending in the bottom of the seventh with a thunderous home run off the top of the left field windmill by none other than The Hammer himself, Dutch-English relations began to deteriorate. The English King, devastated that his favorite team was humiliated not only on the kickball field, but also in the ensuing game of flip-stein (a precursor to the modern game of flip-cup), declared war on the Dutch soon thereafter, resulting in the first Anglo-Dutch War. Fearing for his life, Dirk Steenhoek fled to the nearby German principality of Hesse, adopting the name Dirky Von Hammersteen, and purchasing a small castle overlooking a river. With enough excitement to last a lifetime under his belt and over 20 million guilders in prize money earned over his successful kickball career, Von Hamersteen retired, managing a local semi-pro kickball team, capturing and raising elephants in his free time, and working on a new form of kickball, made from a tanned elephant bladder. Dirky, dubbed "Drinky" by his drinking buddies who were astounded by his unparalleled drinking ability, died under mysterious circumstances shortly before the beginning of the 18th century. Although he was found crushed to death, all of his famous elephants were still locked in their stables. He was buried at nearby Pink Mountain, where a statue of him riding an elephant, kickball in one hand, trophy in the other, was erected, and stands to this day. Every year, on the anniversary of his death, August 30, his descendants replace the pink tulip clenched between the statue's teeth, and play a game of kickball in his memory.
First of all, i don't think that i have ever come across a more appropriate picture to represent the BCBs. We are pretty much a tank in a pink wrapper ready to blast to pieces any team that dares step on the field with us.
Game tonight is at 615 against the Bad Booze Bears, field 1. Let's get out there and do what we do best, win.
I know that we on the BCBs are all about breaking the rules and established norms of the kickball world, but even we need to have a code of ethics to live by. I hereby present to you the first Ten Commandments of the BCBs trip to Vegas. This is by no means an exhaustive list and I would love for people to add to the list as we need to make sure that we are maximizing the experience. Without further ado....
1) No BCB sleeps alone 2) When in doubt, PARTY BALLS! 3) Never leave a BCB behind 4) LYB 5) Win at life 6) One and Done 7) Cocktails! 8) Get naked 9) We're Pretty 10) Profit!
Add more when a new rule comes to mind. In the meantime, party balls, Wayne and Garth.
Also, notice that even in biblical times, Moses knew to rock the pink garments. Practically a prophecy.
A great man once said, "open up, baby birds cause i am about to drop some knowledge on you"....
Here is the TRUE story of the BCBs....
Kickball originated in the fields of Southeastern Mexico, where the Aztec tribes would play a ritualistic game involving bases and the decapitated heads of their enemies. The losing team would be sacrificed to the Gods and, sometimes, the winning team would also be massacred in homage to the Gods. Upon witnessing the Aztec championship game in Tenochitlan, during which seven players were killed and the entire losing team was sacrificed, along with the umpires and a hot dog vendor, one of Hernan Cortez's crew members brought a form of the game, using an inflated pig's bladder in place of an enemy head, back to the fields of Spain. The game soon caught on and spread throughout Europe. However, as the game grew in power and influence, with Seargents-at-Arms being replaced by Kickball masters in the Royal Courts of Europe and Asia, the Catholic Church became jealous. With a papal bull, Pontiff Clement I banned all forms of Pegabalon, or kickball, from all of Europe. Soon thereafter, kings and emperors from all corners of the world followed suit, and kickball became a remnant of the past. However, a few brave souls formed secret societies and, upon penalty of death, waged midnight kickball battles. Having barely survived the Spanish Inquisition and the days of the English Star Chamber intact, these secret societies, hunted by authorities in every country and hated by other secret societies jealous of their kickballing skills, sent their last remaining members across the ocean to the newly formed colony of America.
Relegated to the budding colony of America, kickball remained an underground sport, being taught only to children, whose innocent play and lack of skill eased the fears of Presidents and Governors who opposed the game. The secret societies, however, began to recruit, in anticipation of one day reviving themselves in the full light of day, and restoring their power. A brief revival was ended when the Civil War broke out, which, unbeknownst to most, was largely due to the fact that Confederate and Union kickball leagues alike allowed members of all races to play together, on the same field, and it didn't go over well with the cotton farmers. With more than two thirds of the membership killed in action, and entire kickball squads wiped out in some of the larger battles, most notably Gettysburg, kickball once again was relegated to the shadows. The enemies of kickball could breathe easy once again, but they had forgotten one important thing: kickball never dies.
And though such notables as Rockefeller and J.P. Morgan conspired to eliminate kickball once and for all, kickball was not without its own allies. Teddy Roosevelt was a closet kickballer, leading a team of his "roughriders" to the Cuban championship while on a tour of duty. Eugene Debs, the great socialist, was also a kickballer whose most famous saying, though often misquoted, was originally: "While there is a flip cup element, I am of it, While there is a kickball team, I am on it, and while there is a soul in prison, I am not free." Once the Sherman Antitrust Act kicked in, and labor unions came to power, however, kickballing once again began its slow but steady return to prominence.
And through this long period of instability, with the secret societies of kickball carefully guarding their secrets and clinging to the shadows, one band of brave kickballers maintained the sacred traditions of years past. The East Coast may have been the first to bring kickball back into the open, practicing the game as best they could, but until recently, the ancient secrets of kickball remained a well guarded secret.
Come now that ancient tribe of dedicated kickball masters. The true leaders of kickball have returned to rule the kickball world and to instruct the heathens in the mystic forces of kickball, once known only to the ancient Aztec ruler Moctezuma, whose spirit now guides the guardians of his legacy.
These brave descendants of the greatest kickballers in history, true mavericks in the sport, have been reunited under one banner: THE Best Coast Ballers.
Yes, the sons and daughters of kickball have returned to reign over the sport that is rightfully theirs, and this year, under the Midnight Sun of Las Vegas, they will once again reign supreme.
The Best Coast Ballers finished off the end of season tournament with a win over Shake and Bake to win the playoffs as well as the regular season. For those of you not out there, the sidelines in the championship game were a little uneven... As in 4 people for BCB and about 150 for S&B... in the end the taunting proved to be futile as we put the game away in the top of the 5th. Check out the love for BCB...
Look how excited Tom is. He likes winning, and that is what we do. Boys and Girls, We had ourselves a hell of a Saturday. 5 games against the best the city has to offer. Results? 0 Runs allowed, 7 total base runners allowed on the day... i could go on... Some great games were had by all... +/- Infinity beers consumed and a bar crawl afterwards.... All in all a hell of a Saturday.
Ballers, we have the gray team this week. We don't know too much about them, so let's stick to the game plan for now. Personally, it is going to be strange going against people in gray, but that doesn't mean that aren't going to dominate.... get it done, BCB's.
Last night was a thing of beauty, unlike the look on dan's face. 15 unanswered runs, no hits or walks allowed, undefeated at flip cup. That is about all i can ask, and you all delivered. Well play boys and girls, well played..
Team, look at what we have here. Tom and chelsea. What are they doing. Dominating this photo. That is what i want to see out on the field and in the bars. We are a jack-of-one-trade, winning. We know nothing esle, so i expect nothing else. Let's get our shit together and run this league!
We have a long road ahead of us until the eventual and inevitable national championship. To that end, i think that we need to ensure that we are staying in peak condition: phyically, mentally, and alcohol-consumption-ality. So. I want everyone visualing the following things each night:
1) Laying down that perfect bunt on the 3rd base line, then hauling ass down to first.
2) Imagine being teased for your pink jerseys... then remember that you are winning!
3) Picture yourself slamming those beers and flipping that cup in one fluid motion.
I think that with these 3 simple exercises, we can prepare ourselves for just such situations when they happen, as they most certainly will. In the mean time, get fired up cause the season is starting in a little over a week!