A Pinch of Prowess, everybody's favourite UBC intramural volleyball team, went 1-1 today. << insert mandatory positive spin here >>
I never cease to be amazed that I'm involved in any form of organised sports whatsoever, consider most of my elementary and high-school years consisted of practicing piano, reading, and getting picked on. (No comment as to whether any of the former contributed to the latter, or whether the latter was done by some people I can only characterise as delightfully stupid -- in retrospect.) Yet there I am, outrageously late on a Tuesday night, with unsightly kneepads and screaming threats of impending torture to those who would care to listen just like all the attractive fit people I always despised.
It started with a wall. A twelve-foot wall. (Actually, it started with a desperate physics lab TA asking if I could play Ultimate because his co-ed team was short on girls, but relay races with big piles of bark mulch and transportable walls in front of student union buildings just play nicely into the UBC myth.) To quote a Sicilian: inconceivable!
I broke down in tears three days ago, simply because I forgot all the tell-tale signs that these could be the best days of my life. For example, I'm on a volleyball team called A Pinch of Prowess. It's never going to happen again, is it?
I never cease to be amazed that I'm involved in any form of organised sports whatsoever, consider most of my elementary and high-school years consisted of practicing piano, reading, and getting picked on. (No comment as to whether any of the former contributed to the latter, or whether the latter was done by some people I can only characterise as delightfully stupid -- in retrospect.) Yet there I am, outrageously late on a Tuesday night, with unsightly kneepads and screaming threats of impending torture to those who would care to listen just like all the attractive fit people I always despised.
It started with a wall. A twelve-foot wall. (Actually, it started with a desperate physics lab TA asking if I could play Ultimate because his co-ed team was short on girls, but relay races with big piles of bark mulch and transportable walls in front of student union buildings just play nicely into the UBC myth.) To quote a Sicilian: inconceivable!
I broke down in tears three days ago, simply because I forgot all the tell-tale signs that these could be the best days of my life. For example, I'm on a volleyball team called A Pinch of Prowess. It's never going to happen again, is it?
