Summer Intramurals

In case you missed the memo, it's SUMMER!  And that means snocones and BBQ's and swimming and drive-in movies and INTRAMURAL SPORTS.

Once again I am on the softball team, which my homegirl Racy Stacy named The Moose Is Loose.  It was a hard battle to win, but fight she did for that name change (it was the 69th ward before, come on, lame--that's just a number!) and she got it.  We made shirts. 

Also once again I am on the girl's football team, this time joined voluntarily.  I missed my calling in life as a professional rusher. 

Regular season ended last week and playoffs start this week.  Let me share with you our last softball game.

Imagine this:

Plus this:

 

It equals this:

 Which made for a lot of this:

But was a ton of fun.

And we still won!!!

Delightful news!!!

Wednesday was our last day of bowling league, which was sad, but not too sad.

I mean, now I can do so many more things with my Wednesday nights like hanging out with friends and crafts and scootering and painting my nails and writing a book and solving world peace going to bed earlier. 

The last two weeks have been tournament, in which we were UNDEFEATED.  That's right, folks.  This girl's got game.  Except it was mostly b/c I've got wicked good teammates.

We ended up getting second place in the tournament.  I sure don't care, though, I GET A TROPHY.  I will build a mantle and put it next to the soccer trophy that I got in second grade (now I just have to replicate that soccer trophy b/c my real one is looooooong gone).

No gifts, please.  Your congratulations are my prize.

BREAKING NEWS!!!

This just in, I am in the WNBA.

What?!  Yes, you read that correctly, the WNBA.  No, it does not stand for Women's Nat'l Basketball Association, but rather the Wednesday Night Bowling Association.

We won all of our games again tonight and our matching shirts should be ready by next week.

Go team Falcon Punch!!!

It's in my blood

Somehow I landed myself on a bowling league.  Don't try to reach me between the hours of nine and eleven on Wednesday evenings.  I'll be getting my bowl on.  Go Team Falcon Punch!!!

We Are the Champions!!!!

I've been keeping it on the DL that I have been playing not only softball intramurals, but girls flag football as well.  I kept that tidbit a secret really well because:  I actually only played in two games.  I would somehow contract weird illnesses, like Polio, and not be able to play but have to go to Institute instead. 

Last night was the Championship game.  I would just like to point out that, as a team, we only ever won one game; the Championship game.  How in the world did we even make it to that game, you ask?  WELL, the teams that beat us were moved up to the higher division and all the other teams that we could have potentially played forfeited.  That's right, we became Champions by beating the system--and that last team, which we did actually play.  

I had a few good plays as a rusher/blocker.  I ripped a few flags off and blocked my little heart out.  Sports complete my life.

Right after winning, with our "coach" and our Bishop (who came to every game that he could and supported us to the max)

After getting our Championship prize: T-shirts.

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In other news, we finished softball.

There were no teams to forfeit and WE were the ones to get moved to the upper division, so it was a little harder than football.

We had made it into the quarterfinals and only had 4 more games to win, but alas, we didn't make it past that first game.  

We were the better team (of course), starting out with a 6-1 lead in the first and then stretching it to 9-1 in the second, but after that we all hit grounders straight to their players and got out at first every time. 

They slowly inched up to beat us in the last inning, where they bat last.  

It was sad.  But we all were grateful to have been able to play together, improving each week.  

weird angle, but that's all i've got.