BROOMBALL

Last night I played broomball for the third time ever. For those of you who were like me a few mere months ago and are unaware of exactly what broomball is, essentially, it's played on ice like hockey but with special shoes and a rubber ball instead of a puck. Granted, there are several other differences but for all intents and purposes, that pretty well describes it.

With that being said, I think now might be an appropriate time to remind you that I don't have good balance.

Oh sure. I know I fooled you what with all that delicate and dainty footwork I perform every time I trip over my own two feet just by walking down the street, the same fancy footwork that usually prevents me from falling flat on my ass, the same fancy footwork that does not work so well when on ice.

Yeah.

I fell. A lot. I fell so frequently people stopped bothering to ask if I was alright. That was until I slammed into the boards with my shoulder. They asked that time.

Adam suggested that I wouldn't slam into the boards if I stayed on my feet. But see, the flaw in that logic would be I WOULD NEED TO STAY ON MY FEET, which, if you've been following along AT ALL, you would know I'm not very good at doing. Because I fall. A lot.

But despite all that, I am having fun, so much so I told Adam I wish we could play more than once a week, and I am getting slightly better each time I play. Case in point, last night I had my very first assist (wherein I helped someone score a goal). It was for the other team, but I hold firm that, at this point, an assist is an assist and you just need to shut the hell up about.

This means you, Adam. Also: Tiff, Michael, Barnes, and anyone else who might make fun of me about it. I'M LEARNING BY DOING. Learning by doing.