They had Victorian games to play with, so Lizzie and I shot some hoops. You basically cross your dowels, like Lizzie is doing here, and then separate them rapidly, tossing the hoop at your partner, who catches, and then tosses it back. As you can tell from Lizzie's refined face, and my super intense game face, we were really good at this. So good, that we would have, as Lizzie noted, been recruited for the NHA, but unfortunately, since shit was sexist then, too, we would've been forced to joint the WNHA instead, which everyone would have derided as "not real sports." Then we would've stabbed our detractors with a dowel, Buffy style, and our careers would've been over.
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