You: small, white, bald; Me: larger, red and ready for some action

In this transient of cities -- friends, coworkers, hooks-ups -- come and go with every passing law school submission. And not only does this mean chaos for groups houses and work teams, but it can also wreak havoc for bocce.

My first bocce team consisted solely of my current-at-the-time co-workers. We all worked in Eastern Market and thought it'd be fun to try it out (well, after we got over the initial - what is bocce and is this less dorky than kickball) and especially because we didn't have to travel very far to either the courts or Pour House. And of course, we had a fucking blast. Sometimes we even pre-gamed at our office by pouring tallboys into coffee mugs. I wish I was lying.

But anyway, by only season 2 one of our teammates, the bastard, decided that his recreational rugby team was more important than palina throwing, so we needed a substitution.

And that's how it's been for the last, oh, five seasons. It's sad of course. We've lost teammates to campaigns, grad school, New York City...but we've always found new friends of friends of roommates of hookups of friends to take part in our Tuesday night debauchery.

But this year, as only three original members remained, we wanted to try something a bit different.

We always have a mix of singles and couples; and for those ready-to-pounce teammates, we try to scout for new talent: weighing looks (or beer drinking ability) over pure athletics. It's only fair. And in that spirit, we had the brilliant idea to enlist Craigs List to help us find a new teammate.

We'd write up an absurd ad, soliciting a cute boy/girl that can leave work at 5 on Tuesdays and can chug a tallboy by the time it takes to stake a flag at the palina. Or some other juvenile way to equate sexual innuendo with beer and bocce balls. Unfortunately, our captain vetoed the idea so we never got around to tapping CL.

Maybe next year.

--gansie