When I say Sportz, you say Nutz!

First, let's start with a depressing story about flag football. I had waited a couple of weeks for the intramural flag football (4 on 4) season to start, and I was excited to the max. Football has been my favorite sport since I was a little chubby 2nd grader, playing O-line for the Wake Forest Bulldogs. Ahh the nineties were great. But anyway, flag football, although not real football since you don't hit people, was a pretty close contender for the sport I wanted to play the most in college, even if it was just intramural. So on Monday I was psyched about our first game. It turned out to be pretty good too; we only lost by two touchdowns (on a 20 yard field though, so losing by two touchdowns is like losing 4 points in basketball). Then my phone rang yesterday, and the captain informed me that we only had one game left and that we had already gotten kicked out of the playoffs. WHAT? Are you serious? A two-game flag football season. A fan of the sport has a reason to be mad at that. I was pretty ticked off. Our last game is tonight and daggumit we're gonna kick some butt after finding out this will be our last game.

But anyway, it get's better with basketball. My intramural basketball team seemed pretty good and we were excited about playing in the Rec league, where we thought we wouldn't get creamed. But low and behold, the director accidently signed us up for the competitive league. Whoa, bad move. We lost the first game by 50, the next by 40, and the last by about 50 again. We are able to move down to the Rec league for the playoffs and we're seeded #79 out of 82. Haha seems like a joke right? Well we think so, but the good thing is that we've played really well, even against really good teams, so we believe that we'll do well in the playoffs, or at least the first round. We play basketball practically every night and we all can see that we've improved a lot. When I was in middle school, I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with a basketball. I plain sucked, not to mention that I was short and my shots always ended up getting blocked. Such good times, but now I've realized that it might be better for me to pass the ball.

I still can't hit the broad side of a barn.