Pray for me people.
But after a really bad car accident in college, childbirth, and a decade of … living … it’s been a while since I’ve played on an actual team. But my soul mate signed us up for an adult co-ed (over 30) team. And our first game is Sunday. We’re called the Chaos.
So far, so good, on the practice, though. I’ve been a little sore, but have managed to stay out of the way of the steamroller men plowing down the field. I told my team, “Look, I’m not taking a hit for anybody. Okay?”
When the groaned, I gave them the stink-eye and they smiled and said, “Oh, okay!”
We don’t have a formal coach, per say; rather, we’re just 15 adults who are all bossy and have played before, and forge our path by rock-paper-scissors. One of the women was complaining during last week’s practice. “What kind of a lineup are we making anyway? This isn’t a 4 – 4 – 2!”
I said, “Dude–this is our Chaos play. Every play is our Chaos play, that’s why the name of the team is so badass.”
And that it is. Badass, I mean. So on Sunday afternoon at 1:00 pm EST, give a little shout-out for the Chaos, and send us some good karma. Oh–and you might want to go ahead and buy one of my books. I may need it to cover the insurance. 🙂