Did I Do That?

I feel like there is lots to discuss about my weekend but most of it was filled with babies and pictures... none of which I've uploaded to share so I won't discuss that stuff in this post.

What I will discuss is how my broomball team won the championship game last night! Say what?! That's right, we are the champions... my friends.

Some of you may be wondering what the hell broomball is. I'll do my best to describe it. Its like floor hockey except that you don't have a hockey puck (its a nerf ball), you don't really have a hockey stick (its like a broom without the bristles... so like a stick with a paddle at the end) and you're on ice without skates. So its a bunch of people running around on ice in sneakers trying to hit a nerf ball into a goal. Fun stuff.

I've been with the same team (mostly) for 3 seasons.

The rules of the co-ed league are that you have to have 2 females on the ice at all times AND a female must touch the nerf ball before you can score a goal. I can't handle the pressure of being on offense for that very reason. Plus its fun to be defense and run spastically into people.

So - last night's semi-final game was against an old teammate. Her office wanted to start a team and she thought we'd play on a different night. I heart Amy but the dudes on her team were a bunch of overzealous a-holes that clumsily ran into you HARD, elbowed you, hit you and whacked you in the shins just for fun.

We were down 1 female (damn you, Megan!) so Kristin and I had to play the full game with no subs. Oy. I wasn't really up for running around like a chicken with its head cut off for 45 minutes but I sucked it up. After The Mr. scored a goal, the new team strategy was to have Kristin and I both play offense so that the boys could defend our goal.

Oy. Have I said that already?

First - Amy's boss, who is a nice guy off the ice, was a madman! He kept shoving into me and pushing me out of the way. I started to push back and even managed to "encourage" him to bust ass on the ice.

So, there I was playing offense, pooped and hoping that Amy's boss would not run into me again when some douchebag comes running at me (because I was fortunate enough to have the nerf ball passed to me) and proceeds to whack me in the shin!

I screamed. Loudly.

So loudly that the ref stopped the game for a few seconds to I could compose myself. I would have yelled profanities if Kristin's parents weren't watching the game. I just stood there biting my tongue and growling while banging my stick on the ice. Whackmaster Flash finally came over to me and said, "Did I do that?" like we were on an episode of Family Matters. I just screamed back, "YES!" and then the game started. F that - I wasn't going to let Steve Urkle knock me out of the game.

I even managed to take a few shots on the goal. That was pretty anticlimactic considering I hit the nerf ball like I was playing a game of mini golf. Marshall screamed "RAW POWER" before I proceeded to tap the ball towards the goalie. But at least I managed to do that several times. If you take out the fact that I wasn't hitting the ball hard, it sounds pretty badass.

So we won. It was bittersweet because it meant we had to play another game in 20 minutes. I had fallen twice, been whacked once and wanted to DIE.

I was glad we faced off with the team that we did. They had no subs, no broomball shoes (yes, you can buy shoes for this game that help with not sliding so much) and weren't turdy, whiny jerks. It was a good game but you could tell I was tired. Thank god Brian was there to handle the ENTIRE defense. Have I said oy yet?

We managed to win during a shoot-out thanks to Brian and were declared champions. The Mr. wants a t-shirt to commemorate our win.

Kristin's dad took a team pic but I don't have it yet. Don't think I won't make that my header for awhile. Or perhaps I'll post a picture of my poor bruised shins (I got whacked in the other shin in the 2nd game) but I want to wait until its a nice shade of purple. Its just a red swollen lump now.