Intramurals

By Singbawi Sing

"Aaaieeeeee!!!" my good friend screamed. Her scream was one of excitement and accomplishment, not of fear. She had just hit a strike! That's what they call it when all the bowling pins are knocked down. But that's not the only thing that ended up getting knocked down, but perhaps, my friend wished it were. You see, we were nearing the end of our time bowling and my friend wanted to make sure that she went out with a blast. She mustered the strength that she wished she had. Staring at the pins with smoldering intensity, she swung her arms to throw a bowling ball that was about half her weight. Then I blinked and saw her sprawled out on the lane. “How did she get there,” I wondered? Seeing that she still had the ball in her hand, I imagined she was trying to use it like a hammer to hit the pins and slipped midway. Whether or not that is what really happened, we may never know. All I can say for certain is, that day, my friend was able to fulfill her wish in going out with a blast! Having so much fun, she wanted to try the indoor soccer intramurals next. She found us, a ragtag bunch to be on her team. We went to the gym, intending to win. When we arrived, we found out that the rules they were using came from a different planet. Because of this, we had to relearn the rules. Okay, I have to admit, this was not true, but it sure was a good excuse. So while we were out there, she had this “let’s win this thing!” type of spirit. She was trying to look intimidating, but regardless of how scary she was trying to portray herself, she ended up making herself that much cuter. We accidentally tripped her once, and being the protective captain that she was, she attacked the ground as if a goblin was about to burst out of it and terrorize us. I will forever be thankful for her heroic sacrifice. I was, and still am touched. Anyhow, these games were fun, but man oh man! This next one takes the cake. We had a new set of players for our game, which was volleyball. Into our next battleground we went, confident, just like our fearless leader. Overall, we played about six times over a few days. During the games, it seemed like the winner kept changing; sometimes we won, and sometimes they lost. Or was it the other way around? Hmmm… Well, like flipping a coin which makes no difference whether it lands heads or tails. It matters not how it is worded, only that we won one round, and they won the next. It’s good to change the winners like that to make sure no one loses heart. Our captain was the most ecstatic person on the court. I believe I saw her jump twice her height once. I heard resounding exclamations of enjoyment and satisfaction as we exited the gymnasium. It could very well be due to the charismatic presence of our fearless captain, I may be biased, but just look at that face… isn’t that the cutest potato you’ve ever seen? :)