September 7, 2009
I spent the weekend with the team formerly known as the Mystic '97 (ASIDE: it is almost impossible to cheer for them by their new name, the Dallas Texans Aggieland 97 Girls Red. Even with my fertile imagination, it's hard to figure out a good acronym or nicknack name for them). The little, but growing, former Mystics got roughed up pretty well in the tournament, though they did manage a game where they both scored and won.
I know that some of you think I must be masochistic to hang out with Erin's old teammates and their increasingly stinky bodies (only after playing, otherwise their bodies smell quite lovely), but frankly they make me laugh. What other way could I spend my time, engaged in a 6:15 a.m. breakfast conversation, where a group of girls adamantly demands to know, "which stooge (of the three stooges fame) do you think I'm most like? Which stooge do you think Lexie is? Do you think I'd make a good Moe?" Fortunately, they never figured out that to make the grade as stooges they would need to slap and poke each other a lot more than they actually do.
Overall, the weekend went well. I check quite a number of family-duty kinds of items off the checklist:
Visit with Aunt: check
Dinner with mom and both sisters: check
Brunch with cousin: check
But was missing on some other items:
Utensils at dinner with mom and sister (Medieval Times): oops
Map to soccer field for first game: oops
Ability to judge whether the person at the convenience store would be able to give accurate directions to soccer field: oops
Otherwise, I made it home in time for a nap on Sunday afternoon.