Many a trend piece has begun in and around Williamsburg's hip, multi-culti McCarren Park: the Times has been loving to point out what it means for the Way We Live Now, as well as fetishized its summer of rock shows in an empty pool. (Kids with dreads and tattoos!) But nothing has expressed the leisure activities and lifestyle choices of the creative slacker underclass as well as the rag-tag group of young creatives, hipsters, and drunks that make up the Brooklyn Kickball League. We've entertained you with their exploits all summer. And now, as fall approaches, the season is almost over. Yet what would the end of yet another kickball season be without one last fight?From a secret kickballer:

"Soooo I almost started a riot on Sunday with members of the Pirates. [You might remember the Pirates—one of their members was arrested earlier this summer for brandishing a sword inside Macy's.] Long story short: they always put their Pirate flags up in all over the dug out fence, so when my team got over to our dugout (note: their dugout), i went to take a Pirate flag down cause it was annoying and right in the middle of everything and being that we were actually playing, I felt like claiming the dug out. Naturally, this upset the rabblerousing Pirates quite greatly, and they all jumped up like, "Woooah woah woah woah", who the fuck do you think you are!, etc. etc. etc. all in their dumb pirate hats. Then the one dude said something about how he's an "equal opportunity hater". Which feels like something Sarah Palin would say. Then he started saying how that flags been their longer than i have, and its hiiiiiiiiistory and all this bullshit. Ugh, lame Pirates (aka Los Piratas Mechanicos)."

Would any of the Pirates like to defend themselves, you rogues? Arrrr.