Who doesn't love a friendly game of water polo? Sure, sometimes accidental elbow-to-the-jugular injuries happen, but hey, what's the loss of a tooth or two between friends? So, when my friend mentioned an intermural water polo tournement, I envisioned something like the above picture. The game had potential...
...until the other team walked in. Every single one of them was near 6', including the Zelda-esque women. But height is nothing compared to heart, which my team was choking with. Sure, our players had to lean down from the inner tubes to reach the water, but we were Strong. We were Brave. We were the Heroes...
And we had our butts handed to us on a silver platter. That's right, folks, the final score was 65-5. How, may you ask, could this have possibly happened? Well, I for one was cursing my Wright Height genes, as well as my Alaskan swimming skills (Skiing? Yes. Swimming? No.)
Basically, our pride took a severe pounding. We couldn't even take our anger out on the other team, because this was a strict No-Contact game. My team grumpily stumbled out amidst the sarcastic cheers of the gargantuan opposers.
Our team captain (who couldn't come to the actual game) just smiled bracingly and informed me that, hey, we can't possibly perform any worse.
But oh, we proved him wrong.
Ha.
