Matchpoint in the igo ball match and Okubo (in the blue singlets) are in a tightly contested match (drew the first set, lost the second and with one ball left it could go either way in the third and final set). To go for a clean point or try and smack the opponents ball out of alignment and reduce their score, that is the question.... as with all neighbourhood events there are more self-appointed coaches than players and we have to be careful or we will go overtime just trying to work out what to do. And of course it's all very well to decide to do a jump shot trick curve ball three ball play and all but when it comes to croquet mallet on igo ball the best laid plans and all that, hey?
The result? We lost by a point. One measly point! And see the white balls (our team) at either end of the mat that didn't even make it onto the mat? If even one of those had made it onto the mat we would have at least drawn. Oh well. There's always next year!
I was in the shuffleboard team and phewwwww what a day! We fought two closely contested matches and drew both! The only draws of the day and our team was involved in both!
Okubo is 大久保 the team with the 11 in a circle and the 30 without. Underneath it says 'rock, paper scissors, Okubo won' and 'rock paper scissors, Himuro won.'
Seriously! We played six sets and then won or lost on a round of rock, paper, scissors! We ended with a win and a loss and then didn't have enough points to go through to the final.
Oh well, there's always next year!
As with any hearty, healthy day of sports we rounded things off with an after party at the community centre. Nothing like a healthy menu of beer, pickles, all things fried, sashimi and sushi to round out your day, hey?
As is the norm for these events all the men sat at one table and the women and children at another (with some toing and froing but not a lot) and when they had stuffed themselves with more junk food than anyone should eat in a week the kids were give free reign to hooliganism and raced around the hall and upstairs and outside like whirling dervishes while the beer level went steadily down and the volume steadily up. Amy took the plastic covers from the sushi platters and fashioned a super hero cape and then made them for the other kids as well until all but Meg (too cool) were racing around as sushi super heroes. Amy is amazingly bossy. Amazing not as in 'where does she get it from?' pretty sure noone in my family is wondering that... but amazing as in 'why on earth do the other kids put up with it?' She had them all washing their hands and gargling on command and if she decreed it was time to play outside they all ran to get their shoes on. Not sure if we have a future CEO, politician or street gang leader but I think it will be something big anyway!
The kids rounded out the afternoon singing rolicking theme songs on the neighbourhood karaoke machine. Nothing like a group of wired and tired kids belting out anthems into microphones to soothe the weary ear, hey?
And that was the Sport's Day that was.