So I just realized that I haven't updated you lovely people about quidditch at all this semester. I mean, its definitely still a thing, if you were wondering.
Two weekends ago we played in our first tournament of the season, all the way down in New York. This was our first time ever playing quidditch outside of Canada, and the first real live games that a lot of our players had ever experienced. So, big day.
It started at about 4 am, when most of us had to get out of bed and stumble around packing cleats, brooms, and a ton of warm clothes. We embarked on the 4+ hour drive, fully intending to get some more sleep in, but ended up singing Disney and Les Mis songs at the top of our lungs for most of the way there.
Once we found our way to the field, the excitement started to hit. An unfortunate miscommunication lost us our first game, but after that we hit the pitch with so much more determination, and won our remaining three games of the day - including a win over the top-ranked team in Canada.
With a pretty good feeling about the rest of the season, we piled into our cars and trekked home, using every tactic available to keep our valiant drivers awake. Arriving home at around 10:30 pm, we celebrated our victories well into the night, making this my first 24 hours awake spent entirely with quidditch kids. The first of many, I'm sure.
The following weekend, being mostly recovered, we set out to a (thankfully) much closer tournament, with a lot more sleep under our belts too. We all knew rain was in the forecast, but what we didn't quite forsee was...the mud.
dun dun dun.....
After a chilly and damp warm up, we hit the pitch, which almost immediately turned to mud under our feet. After a few games, we were practically swimming in the stuff. Not to mention that we were head-to-toe covered in it, hair and teeth included. Thankfully there was a warm and dry building nearby with couches and washrooms and Tim Hortons - if there is one thing that can keep a Canadian quidkid happy, it's Timmies.
Unfortunately the mud did claim a victim, as one player from an opposing team slipped and fell on his ankle, and had to be taken away in an ambulance. After relocating the pitch to a slightly less treacherous patch of lawn, play continued, and we ended up winning all four of our games that day.
Exhausted, soaked, and filthy beyond recognition - but in a pretty good mood - the team piled into cars once again, and most of them set out to drive to yet another tournament. On the other side of the province. At 8pm.
Those of us not making that particular journey went home, drank wine and watched a chick flick, while our teammates struggled on through the night. They ended up arriving at 2am, with just enough time to fall asleep for a few minutes before getting up to hit the pitch once more.
(In case you weren't already aware, quidditch players are pretty freaking badass)
Lack of sleep definitely took its toll on our team that day, and they suffered hard-fought losses in all three of their games. On Sunday night, our team returned to us as quidditch zombies, after a whirlwind of driving, chasing, seeking, beating and snitching - with very little sleeping in between. But besides an undead-like appearance, they had come home with experience - which will be essential as we continue our season.
So, that's all for now, folks. We are currently ranked fourth out of 16 teams in our region (Ontario and Quebec). Stay tuned to hear how we fare against all those other teams at the Canada Cup in a few weeks!
Goodnight, bloglings.
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