Drama Girls are Drama
Tonight I went to the high school gym to watch our girl's team whoop up on the competition in the District championships. And to tell you how tired I am, I don't seem to want to go back to that sentence and capitalize what needs to be capitalized. I also didn't know how to spell championships and had to go to Google to make sure that the autocorrect wasn't lying to me.
It was a good game but it got VERY DIRTY when the other team realized they weren't going to score and so attempted to make sure that our girls couldn't either. But we prevailed! Even though they acted like they were playing soccer and did the whole "falling down on the court and pretending they were hurt". Once it almost backfired and one of our girls tripped over one of them and it could have been bad if someone hadn't caught her. Drama Girls! Stay on your feet!
It's a pretty cool team right now. This is their second District win in a row. One of the girls signed with a good university to play on their basketball team. You see, this is a small town and I don't think many of our players ever see the inside of a college gym. Not a big university, at least. The fact that they SIGNED her was a huge, HUGE deal. Besides, it's just fun to watch her play with her teammates. They really work well together out on the court.
I've had fun watching high school basketball again. It's been years since I've been to a game because I have this thing with crowds. Mostly, walking in front of them. Which is weird because I could step in the middle of the court and TALK to them. I just don't want to walk in front of them. And it's not too bad if I know where I'm going to sit. Corky was waiting for me so it was just a matter of getting to the seat they had saved for me. I have the weirdest little weirded-out things.
Something else I decided this week. I used to say that I didn't like high schoolers. Didn't when I was and don't now. But I don't think I mind high schoolers. It's little kids I have trouble with. Especially precocious ones who don't have that filter yet. You know the ones. They say the first thing that comes into their head. You see, I'm a girl with short, short hair and obvious boobs. So I overhear a lot of half-whispered comments to the tune of "Is that a boy or a girl?" Because when are we going to get over the need to teach little kids that girls need to have long hair? What a horrible, horrible stereotype! It's almost easier when my hair is GONE because then they're too scared of me to talk out loud! Yeah, take that little kid! Run away from my bald head!
Bah. Children.
And this is why I don't have any of my own. *grins* They're so much easier to handle when I can give them back when I get tired.
It was a good game but it got VERY DIRTY when the other team realized they weren't going to score and so attempted to make sure that our girls couldn't either. But we prevailed! Even though they acted like they were playing soccer and did the whole "falling down on the court and pretending they were hurt". Once it almost backfired and one of our girls tripped over one of them and it could have been bad if someone hadn't caught her. Drama Girls! Stay on your feet!
It's a pretty cool team right now. This is their second District win in a row. One of the girls signed with a good university to play on their basketball team. You see, this is a small town and I don't think many of our players ever see the inside of a college gym. Not a big university, at least. The fact that they SIGNED her was a huge, HUGE deal. Besides, it's just fun to watch her play with her teammates. They really work well together out on the court.
I've had fun watching high school basketball again. It's been years since I've been to a game because I have this thing with crowds. Mostly, walking in front of them. Which is weird because I could step in the middle of the court and TALK to them. I just don't want to walk in front of them. And it's not too bad if I know where I'm going to sit. Corky was waiting for me so it was just a matter of getting to the seat they had saved for me. I have the weirdest little weirded-out things.
Something else I decided this week. I used to say that I didn't like high schoolers. Didn't when I was and don't now. But I don't think I mind high schoolers. It's little kids I have trouble with. Especially precocious ones who don't have that filter yet. You know the ones. They say the first thing that comes into their head. You see, I'm a girl with short, short hair and obvious boobs. So I overhear a lot of half-whispered comments to the tune of "Is that a boy or a girl?" Because when are we going to get over the need to teach little kids that girls need to have long hair? What a horrible, horrible stereotype! It's almost easier when my hair is GONE because then they're too scared of me to talk out loud! Yeah, take that little kid! Run away from my bald head!
Bah. Children.
And this is why I don't have any of my own. *grins* They're so much easier to handle when I can give them back when I get tired.