Kicking back on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, eating take-out Chinese, watching the latest Red Box release. This is a typical Saturday evening in many a household. Well not in the Soby household!
Our evening was spent at the St Joan of Arc 2nd Annual Dodgeball Tournament. What, you’re kid’s school doesn’t hold an annual tournament where all the kids sit ideally by in the stands while their parents team up, trash talk, whip balls at each other? Maybe you need a new school.
Last year, our team had a dismal showing. Despite the mental prepping and enough bulletin board material released from my husband’s mouth to fill an NFL locker room, we lost both our matches and were quickly out of the tourney. We came back bitter and hungry this year.
Now, the first step to a successful dodgeball showing, is the
costume, um uniform. A quick trip to Target, and we were ready to make our grand appearance. What do you think?
I think the game faces really top it of!
Don’t let all the outfits and scowls fool you, I’m really not that strong of a player. But the game is called dodgeball, so that is what I do. With a three-minute match where the team with the most players at the buzzer wins the point, running around the court, dodging the balls to keep your team up in numbers is an effective strategy, one that Kara and I have mastered!
Johanna, Kara, and Me
Time to get this party started!
Brian, Kara, Paulie, Eric, Johanna, and the infamous Peter
We started out strong, winning our first match in the best of 5, double elimination contest, thanks in part to a round ending dodgeball catch by Johanna to win a crucial point. That chic has mad skills, she’s my idol! Match two pitted us against the defending champions from last year. We lost a heart breaking round 2-3 and were relegated to the loser’s bracket. Next up was a match against a scrappy crew who, despite their quick hands and good aim, were growing winded and two of their heavy hitters were hobbled. Johanna to the rescue again. At the beginning of round three, she announced, “I’ve got sweatpants!” and quickly took out their leader. Winning that match placed up back against the defending champs in the Championship match. Since they hadn’t lost yet (those #*&$@^ #*&$^#@!), we had to beat them twice if we wanted them dethroned. Game on!
Back off ladies….He’s all mine!
Totally Sweet!…. And totally deadly with a dodgeball. He won a one-on-one sudden death match point against our greatest foe in round one of the finals. Then a little girl in the stands pointed to him and shouted, “Hey, I have that same shirt!” I hope her parents have enough money to pay for her therapy…..and go home and burn her shirt.
A 3-1 win for us gave them their first loss, and set the stage for the final match. We took a quick 2-0 lead heading into game three. Game three began and, before I could blink, my worst fear came true, my whole team was out, sans me, and I was staring at 5 opponents on the opposite side, all holding balls, all pissed they were on the brink of defeat. Despite my best efforts, and taking out their heavy hitter with one of my pathetic throws, (Sorry, Kevin, but taking you out made my evening complete!) we lost that point. Point 4 went to them as well, setting up a 2-2 final match for all the marbles.
Twelve adults, 6 balls and 3 minutes to glory. It was a grueling back and forth. Great shots, heartbreaking hits, hard falls, and unbelievable catches. As the final buzzer sounded, three, winded, sweaty, and bruised teammates of mine stood staring at their lowly two. VICTORY WAS OURS!
Johanna, Brian, Paulie, Kara, Peter, Me, Eric, and Ann
From first out last year to holding the crown this year!!! We did it!!!! We won!!!!
Now where’s the Tylenol?