We first heard about DieYuppieKickball.com over the weekend — like some seed that had been delicately germinating for a few weeks, it burst forth into the sunlight of popular consciousness seemingly all at once, displaying its angry, vengeful sprout for all to see. In other words, seems like everyone’s been talking about this lately.

It surely doesn’t take too much explanation to understand what this web site is all about, but here’s an excerpt from the DieYuppieKickball Manifesto, just in case you didn’t get it right away:

The generations of your fathers and your father’s fathers have answered their call all down their lines of stead-fast resolve. They stood shoulder to shoulder at Bunker Hill. They charged those icy beaches in France head-on. Think of those eyes now turning to you my friends each time you hear that whistle and the whack of an adult foot on a rubber playground ball. What do those eyes tell you when the asshole-parade of rainbow shirts suddenly crowds into your holy places of drink and real camaraderie? What will you say to your children whom you allowed to be so cowed by the yuppie class war that they whine about your feet and cannot begin to function without a social life you had Fedexed for them from China? I’ll tell you your answer! I say NO! NO! NO to the Reebok boot of chump-hood against the neck of our future! NO to the gentrified repackaging and reduction of our heritage to predetermined color-codes. NO to this flight from reality back to little-league baseball insulation! And God Damnit NO to this invasion stupefying lock-step collectivism into our beer-flowing foundries of revolutionary thought!

Despite being a little confused about the Fedexed from China reference, suffice it to say there are many on the DCist staff who want in on the coming war. Then again, there are also a few who play kickball, the most litigious of all recreational team sports designed to facilitate binge drinking. Could this battle tear us, or even the whole city, apart?