2010年7月11日日曜日

one bound sunday

Today was the village Summer Sports Day. As opposed to the village Autumn sports carnival, the village Winter sports festival and the village Spring sports whatever...

Anyway, today was Sports Day. Our district is so small that the usual quota of one member from each household doesn't make up enough numbers and the willing/ able/ volunteers/ volunteered end up doing a lot. And so it was that both K (the willing) and I (the volunteered) were on the one-bound volleyball team. One bound as in rebound or probably bounce if it was better English. Two teams of 8 people face off on a volleyball court. Three subs sit on the side, five players on the court and a big weird, bloated triangle of a ball is thrown around bouncing once before being passed back. Of course, because it's a triangular ball it bounces randomly and you just have to be prepared for it to come at you. The girls came along and there was quite a party of little kid cheerleaders as two other families had to bring their kids along too.

The actual game was kind of ridiculous. These games are big bragging rights for the districts. There are trophies at stake. Trophies and a mention in the village newsletter. I mean whoo hoo. So on our team there were six normal people. Normal people doing their thing, hitting the ball, getting the ones they could, missing the ones they couldn't (and apologising of course) but yeah, giving about 80%. That was definitely my style. Then there were two crazy winning obsessed nuts out there giving 200%, throwing themselves around the court like hyped up kids on a bouncy castle, going for every single ball, hitting the floor every couple of shots and just basically looking like they forgot this wasn't the Olympics. And yup, K was one of the 200%ers. He is the most peaceful, lets all get along together kind of guy so it was weird seeing his inner killer-athlete come out. The other 200%er was a 70+ year old guy with all white hair. It's a small court and when two 200%ers were on at the same time the rest of us just kind of stood back. Give the jack-in-the-boxers their space, hey? I was worried that K would injure himself or crash into someone else and injure them so it wasn't that much fun actually.

We lost our first game in a controversial 21-19 match. There was a net ball and an unscheduled rotation that we should have challenged but well, you know we're 80%ers....

The second game we got schooled. We were up against the second biggest district in the village. We have 80 households. Mostly retirees. They have close to 300. A lot of nuclear families. Yeah. Fair playing field, huh? With half their team wearing volleyball kneepads we knew we were out matched. And we lost 21- 11. Not doubled which is something, right?

Because we didn't make the finals we were finished by 11:30. Which meant a bit of a wait until 1:00 when we had to rock up at the little neighbourhood community centre to have the post-game shindig. Because every community event ends with copious amounts of fried food and alcohol. Got to balance out all that healthy exercise, right? As both our girls have somewhat incredible appetites we ate a light lunch first. Trying to stave off the "ohhh what a good eater! Have 7 more sushi rolls and a plateful of squid rings!" over attentive old women.

It didn't work. In fact it backfired big time. Not only did they eat way too much food at the event (there really isn't that much to do but eat at these things. I even took along some mini blocks to share just so there'd be something for the kids to do.) but they had eaten a plate of ham and cheese and salad before they left so they were doubly full.

K imbibed (that is the manly thing to do at village events) and probably had more than usual even as word spread of his amazing motivation and self sacrifice for the sake of the neighbourhood and grateful old men lined up to fill his cup.

So after a good couple of hours of this, culminating in getting out the neighbourhood karaoke equipment- including disco ball- and belting out a few tired classics we trudged home. K of course immediately said he was feeling a little off and maybe he should lie down. I swear he thinks drinking too much is like catching a cold and we should all feel sorry for him and let him rest. Yeah right! Amy was lying on the floor saying that she must have drunk too much orange juice as she felt a little off as well and needed a rest. Orange juice, meatballs, fried chicken, fried squid, sashimi, sushi, edamame and watermelon more like. The two wretched ones retired for a lie down leaving the two supercilious ones to go and pick berries and hang out together on the lawn.

And that was pretty much Sunday.

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