Game three was a total loss. We got clobbered! Their team was stacked though, two of my coaches, the tournament director, her brother and an ace-in-the-hole player from our Banshees. We didn't stand a chance. Not only that, they have all played together before so they had a better rhythm than our team and me. No, I don't feel bad about my performance at all, but I could sure use some ice time with the co-eds. I need to look into it and see what I can work out. Oh, but there is that matter of a stick. Must. Get. Stick. Soon!
I played better for the third game, note to self: EAT SOMETHING between games. A granola bar was not enough. Ribs, yogurt, and a PB & J sandwich were nearly enough. One of the guys even commented about how much better I played. Definitely need food.
They tried, but I didn't score. They did try though. And I crashed. Holy crap did I crash. Me and a dude from the other team, head to head and then to our knees. I think. Thankfully there were only 20 seconds left in the game, I really don't know if I would have been able to go for 5 minutes! I would have tried tho. "Freaking Awesome" is what one of my co-workers that came to the game said. Yeah, it was. I am sure it will feel freaking awesome tomorrow too. I am nursing myself with Advil, cold beer and ice tonite. I will call the chiropractor first thing in the morning.
Another note: three-game sweat is rank! Totally gross! Some things just don't dry out.
The awesome thing? I didn't quit during the second game when I was nearly in tears from the pain in my shins and back. I really couldn't quit, but I found a voice in my head that just kept encouraging me on. "Work through it. Breathe into the pain (thanks Yoga). Only (insert number) minutes left."