let me set the scene of last night: the team arrived (typically strolling in at the last minute), we changed into our gear, took cheesy photos, everyone made me wear a headband, and we pranced out to the court to have a few practice throws. about then, the terror set in for me. there were 8 teams with about 8-10 people per team. one team in particular (the black shirt team of course) seemed especially foreboding and also extremely douchey. there's even a douchebag rule created especially for teams like them. we were team 6 so as we watched the first few matches, it became clear that the black team was the best and scariest. the girls on their team were decent and the dudes were huge and threw harder than i was expecting.
our first few matches were ruffff! we lost. badly. there was a lot of screaming and sweating. but as the night wore on, we got better with each throw, block and catch. and before i knew it, it was our turn to face the black team. it's all a blur now of chris dodging, trish diving, pat ducking, ed dipping, and cyrrene dodging but in the end... team NOT IN THE FACE (us!) was victorious! i may have celebrated a little too hard, but i felt like a proud mama.
we beat the bullies. it was our very own mighty ducks.
no matter what happens over the course of the season: we are winners.
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