Last Chick's update

I realized I never revealed the results of our final Chicks game. Yes, we only played one game, but it was a great game. We came out intense,aggressive, and focused, and blew the other team out of the water scoring two touchdowns in about seven minutes. So, we finished the first half in the lead by one touchdown, and I think all of us were a little shocked. The first part of the second half, however, is where we lost the game. Our quarterback threw a heartbreaking interception that turned into a touchdown, and with that momentum, the other team scored another quick one. We reorganized and refocused, and came back the last seven minutes to play hard again, but it was too late. The last play of the game was so beautiful that it almost brought tears to our eyes. It was a hook and ladder, so our quarterback through a quick pass to our wide receiver. The other team quickly pulled her flags, but not before she had tossed the ball to our running back who was barreling up the sidelines. The whistle blew to end the game with our running back literally within two steps of the touchdown line. This touchdown would have put the final score 30-26. Pulling off that play, however, still felt like a glorious finish. Although we did not advance to the next round, all of us felt that we had accomplished something over the course of the season. Most of us had learned a new sport and learned how to work as a team in a couple of months. A bunch of us lingered after the game, reluctant to end a fun and rewarding season.

So, the Chicks have disbanded, but there is already talk of playing next year!

Fundamentalism...my current nemesis

Fundamentalism is the thorn in my side right now...not because I am battling them personally, but because my paper on Fundamentalism and Modernism will not become coherent. I have labored over this for countless hours in the last few days(amidst two other papers). As my sanity is slowly draining out like my computer battery, I rue the day I chose this topic. I go to sleep with raging religious battles from history playing in my head and have nightmares of my professor grinning madly and grading my paper with a red pen the size of a thigh bone. As I exist in a semi-dreamlike state, my beacon of light right now is the fact that in 23 hours, the chips are down(whatever that phrase means...I just felt like using it), the last card is played, the final runner crosses the finish line, and my papers will be turned in. Carpe Coffee.

Tomorrow....

Tomorrow is the Flag Football Finals Tournament. The Chicks are the underdogs(or under-poultry?), but the bottom line is....Anything can happen on Tourney day. We play until we lose. Last night, after our last practice(in which we learned four new trick plays), we got together for a pasta feed and I showed some inspirational clips from Hoosiers and Rudy. And yes, I am still working on all my final papers for the quarter in the midst of all this football excitement!