The Mighty Chicks

So I've had two football games thus far. Last Saturday's, albeit my out-of-control nervousness, went pretty well. We scored four touchdowns to the other teams' seven touch downs. Not bad for a bunch of Chicks(that's our team time...I know, kinda corny).

The game this past Saturday, however, was more competitive and serious. In fact, the quarterback was the guy who believes there should not be an all women's team, if you remember my previous blog entry regarding the patriarchal system. They are also rated #2 in the league right now and slated to win the championship. So, what happened? Well, if this were a Disney movie, I could say that despite all odds, our team rallied and put up a formidable fight, beating the champions by a hair's breadth in overtime, amidst the roaring of the crowds. Did that really happen? It did in my dream the night before. Actually, we pretty much got slaughtered although we did score two touchdowns and had one inspiring interception. My job on defense was to rush the famous quarterback and try to pull his flag before he threw it. I actually didn't find out until half- time that this was the quarterback who had such strong opinions regarding women and sports. All of a sudden, I felt the power of a thousand track stars in my legs. Lining up on the line, eye to eye with the QB, there was one raging thought in my head: "I must get that flag!" The whistle blew and I charged forward. Leaping and ducking, he danced away from me and I hurtled my body towards his flag. Unfortunately, I missed by a fraction of an inch and ended up face down in the mud(it rained that morning). More unfortunately than even this, my tumble caused my cleat sole to become unnailed(the shoe glue did not work so I had to resort to nailing my shoes).

Sorry my story is somewhat less than heroic and inspiring...however stay tuned next week, because our loyal male fans who have been following our progress tell us that we are improving! Go Chicks!