Intramural are supposed to be fun. At least the B leagues are. That's what we always sign up to play cause we know we're not awesome, nor do we want to work hard enough to be awesome. On the sign-up sheets, they have them labeled in this way: "A=highly competitive B=recreational". There was nothing recreational about our game tonight. It was HIGHLY competitive. I was tripped so many times, I've got a couple bruises on my legs and one on my chest. But only one was called. They were inconsistent with calling penalties; sometimes they would call something, sometimes they'd let it go. That was not "fun" at all. I don't mind really good teams, as long as the refs call the game as if it were just for fun and doesn't count for anything -- as it is.
In other news, my parents are gallivanting around the Napa Valley in California with two other couples from church. That means I have a car. Finally! (but only until Sunday) And I haven't actually used it yet... Maybe I should go home just for kicks or something...or a casino...in Vegas... (just kidding Mom) I'll use it for sure on Saturday.
Well, I'm going to hobble off and finish my homework. Anyone want to give me a massage?
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