Almost every Monday night, I come home with a pain in my shoulder. And every Monday night, I totally don't care! No matter how I throw or what I do, I always manage to pull out my shoulder every single time I play dodgeball. On the drive home tonight, (after an INTENSE game where we totally came back from a 7-2 lead to an 8-7 win - GO US!!!), I questioned whether when my arm may or may not be of any use to me when I'm older, will it have been worth it? I mean, in spite of the intense competitiveness (Eric) and the immense swearing (Leo) and the rude claiming "I don't have eyes in the back of my head!!!" (me), I love this fucking game and the people I play it with. In 50 minutes, we get an intense work out, sometimes intense drama, lots of laughter, swearing, cheering, yelling, scrapes, pulled muscles, black eyes... and I love it.
Huge love and thanks to my team!
It wouldn't be the same without you.
Love,
Your Team Captain
xox
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