Dawei was yelling "support" all game time, today. I think he was talking to the guys, because us girls have and use all the support we need. Hahaha, if you get that, it's actually kind of funny... Okay, I must be tired, because that's actually not so funny... Haha. Maybe... Ha.
Fine, he just meant for them to be there for each other and play like a team. Which, actually, I could've and probably should've been yelling, too, since I can see it all from my vantage point. When you're on defense, you stand in the back a lot and observe the game and it's sooo frustrating to see your teammate running down with or for the ball and being out there completely alone. With 4 of the opposing team members descending on him, no less.
Well, it was a fun game. I twisted a thing or two and am slightly concerned that I may feel some pains here and there tomorrow, but that's how it goes... --And if I stop, it usually gets worse, so I like to keep playing through. Thankfully, nothing major has actually happened to me. I get somewhat concerned when the game gets a little more intense, because it seems like that leaves the door open for more accidents. Especially when steam starts running low and coordination seems to start lacking... :) Oh well, thank the Lord there weren't any major injuries. Whew! But people do walk away a little owie, most games. I also get concerned if some of the things said or the way things are played aren't exactly "Christian", when we're out there with everybody...
Anyway, I heard that a couple of the guys said that I give them a run for their money, on defense. I was sooo embarrassed-ly happy to hear that, because I don't feel confident in my playing. I have no formal training, I have to pick things up mostly from the game and what I'm told, because I don't actually know any rules. I'm so afraid of doing things the wrong way, that I pull back a lot.--And the guys are very vocal with their instructions, most of which I can't focus on, because I have a hard time focusing on more than one thing at a time and I figure the ball needs all my focus and attention, heheh. So I probably look stupid ignoring everything, but that's just the way it is. I also don't seem to have my bearings half the time. So all that to say, it's actually kind of swell if I'm considered slightly hindering. I don't want to be one of those "oh, it's okay to do that, because girls can get away with anything" players, because I want to play right and I want my game to improve on the right foundation, but then, on the other hand, it's hard to know what's strictly right, because the guys seem to contradict each other and even themselves, both on what they consider right and what they instruct and call or don't call. I'm also not very aggressive in nature, even if I'm aggressive in the sport and at least try to give it my best shot. So it all just intimidates me, heh. I've never played with a coach or ref, and I imagine half your bearings and training would come from that, no?
Oh, and, apparently, I can sort of judge okay where the ball will be arriving (even if I hardly ever make it there in time, haha -- oh well, at least it shows my brain is in the game as much as it can be). Not bad for an old-girl 31-year-old, eh? Heheh.
I can see people's fitness and skill improving, though.--And we've only been playing Sundays for a month . So that's pretty groovy.
Okay, well, time to sleep.
Oh, had a pleasant conversation with one of the non-Family guys who plays... We talked about what we do and it turns out he teachers 12 and 13-year-olds, which is kind of interesting (he's 25). This gives me the vision to give him some of our stuff for that age, which, actually, we don't have very much of, because, in my opinion, it's a difficult market for our type of material, unless you have "the key". So, now I feel challenged to find out what he, from his experience with teaching that age, here, considers useful. Every culture varies and every age varies, so it'd be interesting to know that. Specifically.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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