Anyway. Every year our league has a big end-of-the-year party, which involves a lot of drinking and fun and playing Hit the Beach Ball Back and Forth in the Pool When It's Dark Out and You Can't Really See It, and me screwing up my ankle. This year was no different, but this time it did NOT result from me being drunk (although I was) - there was a divot in the host's yard that had been covered by a cooler, but the cooler got moved, and it was dark and I stepped backwards and fell.
It's better now, but the first thought that went through my head was EIGHT WEEKS I HAVE EIGHT WEEKS UNTIL BIRMINGHAM WHATEVER JUST HAPPENED BETTER CURE ITSELF IN UNDER EIGHT WEEKS.
I also was awarded some trophies!
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| yay me! |
They are, of course, proudly displayed in our dining room, on top of the china cabinet, along with all my other awards. (My husband and son have taken over the fireplace mantel with their bowling trophies. I may need to muscle in on their turf.)
The off-season is over next week, anyway - Tuesday the 4th is our first practice back. I finally got around to getting new elbow pads (mine basically disintegrated the last time I put them through the wash), I bought a new mouthguard to try out (I haven't worn one since I started reffing, but probably should), and we'll move onward and upward to the NEW SEASON, HUZZAH!
