Sports have not always been our forte.
Vera ran Cross Country & Ethel pretended she was good at them,
but in all reality she was a janitor.
The time came for ward basketball to start.
This would be our time to shine seeing as the previous years we were ineligible to play.
Apparently,
piggyback rides, plugging peoples noses & being "aggressive"
cause people to bench you for approximately 4 years.
We got really good at playing bench.
We definitely brought the spirit.
With this new college atmosphere though,
we were able to re-blossom.
find our inner basketball player.
Long story short.
We stink.
We can't even run in a straight line let alone dribble while doing it.
Our systematic decoy maneuver
was a simple affirmation that you were in danger so fall on the ground.
Sometimes it worked to our advantage.
The sudden drop caused confusion amongst the opposing team's members,
sometimes resulting in a bad pass,
awful shot,
or mostly they would just trip over us.
surprisingly enough no one called fouls on us.
Vera's best move was the "armadillo"
once she had the ball she would cower into a tiny shield and squeeze the ball with her whole self.
the death clench & no one could ever get the ball from her.
Ethel's signature move was that whenever the ball was passed to her,
she shot.
clear as that.
no matter where she was, just tossed it into the air & hoped for the best.
Sometimes these techniques worked but more often than not we were just a nuisance.
but the rest of our team was just as bad.
with the exception of a select few.
Needless to say we were tied for last...
with the team that never showed up.
&
were the first ones out of the tournament.
We learned valuable lessons:
1. Girls are mean.
2. Refs should be at every game.
3. Our support staff was better than anyone else's.
4. We should stick to golf. Lowest score always wins.
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5. Sometimes you can literally taste your heartbeat.
We are individualist...We do what we want.
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