We’ve been at camp for a couple of days now and there has
been no sign of the Masonic band members as of yet (for those who don’t get
this reference, there was a Masonic band camp here at UNCo last year). This
means that we’re the only kids in the cafeteria. It also means no awesome
American flag button up shirts and no sacrificial chicken jokes. Eh, we’re
still having fun.
We had our first scrimmage yesterday, and the Stripes
(that’s the team I’m on) won. No offense to the Stars, but the Stripes also win
in the Lounge Decorating Contest. I mean we have streamers and a frog throwing
dart board area…and mother fu**ing snakes. Actually, we don’t have real snakes
(that little blog outburst stemmed from a lively game of Cards Against
Humanity), but we do have one long rubber worm-looking thing with tentacles.
Thus far, I think I’ve had more fun at this camp than any
other I’ve been to. Granted, I have only been to a handful of National Team
camps, but this one has trumped the others, so far, for me. I think it’s partly
due to the fact that it mimics a tour—we’re playing and preparing to play
instead of doing drills and skills sessions all day. Now, there’s nothing wrong
with drills and skills, but we do that stuff to prepare us for the good stuff,
for the matches, and that’s what this camp is all about. I feel my level of
enjoyment is also a product of my attitude going into this camp. I feel a lot
more confident and less nervous—more like I belong and less like I’m feeling
around in the dark to find my place. I feel like a mother fu**ing sorcerer
(yes, another reference to Cards Against Humanity).
That’s all I have for now. Day three is in the books, and
I’m ready to do some tactical breathing and fall gently off to dreamland.
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