How Many Runs Is That?

Even with injuries and bug bites that mysteriously multiply, I can't imagine much that is better than watching kickball on a summer evening. The laughing, the teams that randomly shrink or expand based on little girls' whims, the smack of the red ball against bare legs, the bases that move back each inning, questionable calls by the ump, and chants of "I'm a wienie, I'm a wienie, I lose". Another reason why summer should not end.