better late than later
This is starting to feel like a homework assignment gone bad.
As I was falling asleep last night, I had a semi-decent idea in my head as to how to start this story off. Now, a little more than 24 hours later… gone. Well, here goes nothing.
Once upon a time, we skated together. Today (or approaching a couple of weeks ago now) we meet again, bearing opposing jerseys, ready for battle (on the track that, is).
The score was close. We played hard. The Antoinettes took the victory that night. (Hey, that’s us!)
The worst part about being undefeated is the urge of the majority to cheer for the underdog. It is really disheartening when you hear the yells and cheers when YOU’RE the one getting nailed to the ground and knocked out of bounds. I could say that I got over it quickly and went on with the rest of the game. I mean, why should it bother me if people rejoice when I fall? Meh. Let them eat cake!
The most memorable event of the whole night was probably the after party. Too bad it was a Sunday and I had work the next day. It was turning into a good old-fashioned LNK night. I think it was 3am before I even realized I wasn’t in bed yet.
I guess I would have called it a night at the same time regardless. You see, I was catering (as best I could) to my broken butt, referee boyfriend (took a skate wheel to the tailbone). At this point he’s healing nicely, so you can see how much free time I’ve had lately to tell this story.
As for now, the Antoinettes are looking ahead when we take on our next opponents: The StoryVillians.
Hope to see you there (and cheering when I do something good).
And as a side note (my favorite moment from the BERG Blog)
After the bout and most of clean up:
Not Mel (Mr. The Countess): Have you ever seen Fred Astaire dance?
Beatrix: Well, yeah. In commercials and stuff.
Mr. The Countess: You skate like Fred Astaire dances.
Beatrix: Awwww, thanks Mel!
Stupid butts.