Taking the Field

“This is a massacre,” I said under my breath as I gripped my flang tighter in my hands.

“Oh don’t be such a downer, Little Debbie,” my ever confident teammate Marius replied, “we may get through this yet.”

“Have you seen the scoreboard recently?”

“Nah, never bother with it.”

Incredulously I stared back, “You’re the captain! Shouldn’t you be keeping tabs on things?”

“Will knowing the score effect where I need to throw the ip for any given play?”

“It will help you know which play to call.”

“Like the playmaker lets me make those decisions.”

“Marius, you need to take control. Claude is a grade A tosser who doesn’t really understand what we’re doing.”

“He lead his other team-”

“To 5 championships, yeah I know,” I cut him off getting mad. “We are not his other team. The dynamics are completely different. Throw his crap out and call one of our plays.”


“No, no buts. We all chose you for team captain so you could look out for us. Look at what has happened so far in the first half!”

Marius looked around and saw the carnage. How he missed that three of our ten players were on the bench with slings secured around their necks while a fourth sat getting splints bound to either side of his legs was a mystery to me. His sad eyes met mine, a disheartening sight that I was sure would haunt me until I was old. I squared my shoulders and nodded to three of the four remaining members. Marius took a seat while we took the field. I checked both ends of the flang. The net was still in good order, despite the other team’s dirty attempt to slash it. The wooden shaft too was still intact while the wide beaver tail-esq paddle at the end of the shaft was certainly damaged. However mine was in much better shape then some of my other team members so I chose to ignore it. Making a quick assessment of what else was wrong with their flangi I collected my thoughts.

“Alright team, I know we’re down my twenty. But we know this game and we know the Racoon’s style better than we know our own plays,” my teammates lips tugged upward marginally. “Now, it’s not going to be easy, and we’ll more likely than not fail, but we’re not going to go down without a fight, got me? No more of Claude’s crap. Everyone disable your receivers in your helmets right now. If we do go down, we’ll go down our way not his. Now let’s give flangiprop the biggest comeback this sport has ever seen.”


Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post.


Ready, Set, Serve! [Daily Prompt]

Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.

*timer is started*

I find that my mind is blank. I usually have a million and six things running through it. Or perhaps it’s not blank it’s just that there are too many things to write about. Should I tell you about my Kermit the Frog water bottle? How excited I am for an event that isn’t until OCTOBER? Or about volleyball…and that’s the winner.

Volleyball is high up in the brain this week for several reasons:

  1. The season just started for my team on Sunday
  2. Our volleyball shirts are done!
  3. We have games on Friday and Sunday this weekend
  4. Our team is planning on also playing on Saturday during open-gym
  5. I’ve completed my volleyball-related resolution!!

As listed we had games on Sunday. But not the regular two matches (3 games each) oh no, we had three so we played nine games. That was a lot after having nearly two months off. However it was lots of fun, our team was fairly competitive. Not saying there weren’t games where we would get into ruts where the other team would score seven unanswered points, but this time around we usually lose within 10 points.

I’ve achieved one of my resolutions! Number 7 “Win a volleyball game”. This should give me motivation to keep up with the others, so that’s nice to have that one tackled. Especially since that was the only one that relied on the help of others to accomplish. So yes, out of the nine games we won one! There were a couple that we only lost by 2-3 (still lost, but it was really close).

Volleyball TeamAlso, as stated, we got our tee shirts in from the maker! I’m excited, our team will look so amusing wearing bright yellow shirts on the court. I’m a huge nerd, as is my team, and I love it.

*timer goes off*

A ramble brought to you by a sleepless night. You’ve been warned.

Usually I take Thursday afternoons off at work if I can. Yesterday I didn’t, which was no big deal, especially since my manager was feeling under the weather. So I got off work around 6 and quickly went home to change for volleyball practice. Oh, I think I’ve mentioned I’m playing league volleyball this fall. If I haven’t I am, and I’m terrible. Perhaps my saving grace is that I’m a willing student. Unfortunately that puts the role of coach/teacher onto some of my more knowledgeable teammates.

Anyway, my team was meeting in my town at the rec center for practice. I figured I should try to get there early. Not early enough though, I was 15 minutes early and one of them was already there. Anyway, practice was a blast. There ended up being 5 of us in all and when two of them had to leave two other people at open gym jumped in. We practiced for about  2 1/4 hours before deciding to call it a night. When I got home I noticed the light was on at work and went in to see what was up. My manager was there catching up on stuff since she had left early. We chit chatted for a short while before I finally headed home.

By this time it was around nine. I was exhausted. I just wanted to decompress and chill. I wasn’t really hungry but forced down an apple since I had completely skipped supper. After a quick shower I watched an episode of The League which I’m usually so amused by, but I was just so tired I decided to call it a night. Unfortunately I saw a book I’d gotten last week sitting on the counter.

I’ve been waiting for this book for months. I haven’t even finished it and I’m already cursing that the next one isn’t out until next year. I guess a year isn’t too bad of a wait considering other series books may be fewer and further in between. You ruin my life a little Riordan.

I was specifically put off starting it until I’d have long uninterrupted hours of time (such as this weekend) because I knew once I started it I would try to finish it. Even as I was telling myself ‘just one chapter’ I altered it to ‘just the first viewpoint’. This book switches which character is telling the story every few chapters. I couldn’t even do that, I read all of the first viewpoint and the first chapter of the second before yelling at myself to go to sleep.

So you’d think after hours of physical exertion and an hour of reading I’d be out in two seconds. Well you’d be wrong. Apparently my subconscious decided to start putting out “you’ve caught the bug from your manager” symptoms.

A fun fact about my nausea, I can usually tell it’s coming because my mouth starts to salivate with no food stimulus. So there I was, tossing and turning trying to convince myself I wasn’t going to be sick. I even told myself throwing water up is that absolute worse. It worked, besides the fact that it kept me up and when I did manage to sleep I was easily awoken. After the third random wake up I was convinced that the Greeks or Romans were the cause of my restlessness. Perhaps Hermes was up to his trickster ways and whispering in the dark. Seem random? It is, but The Heroes of Olympus series is all about the Greek and Roman demigods, so not so bad. Still ridiculous but that is what my sleep deprived mind went to.

Anyway, that’s my tale of my sleepless night. I usually don’t mind sleepless nights, I just don’t 100% appreciate them in the middle of the week. Since today is Friday, however, I’ll survive. Anyway, until next time ~ Q

What’s The League? Here’s a promo clip from Canada.

If you’ve ever seen the show you’ll know about Taco. I feel if I were in a league that’s who I’d be, sort of. Kind of random, kind of clueless, but minus all the drugs.