MVP

Blog No. 171: MVP

First of all, JT needs to practice texting and planning.

Here's the story. He had agreed to pick me up for Ultimate Frisbee the night before. Then, he tried to plan the game a little later than usual, for 4:45 instead of 3, that way he could get home from bartending school, get lunch, and have around 40 minutes to pick me up. Thing is, when he sent out the text, the time had said "4:15". He only realized it when someone told him he had 7 minutes instead of 37. So he called me up and said that he would drop off the frisbees and stuff and try to go and pick me up. However, the players, already waiting probably since 3, wanted him to stay. Luckily for me, Piper and Difuentez were there to and decided to bail me out.

If only the 4 wasn't so close to the 1... XP

Evidently, I have a new nickname amongst our Ultimate Frisbee crowd: MVP.

Which is ironic because I'm not all that good.

There was a moment where one guy, whose name I forgot (but was jerkish because he had called my name as I was trying to pass the frisbee and I almost threw it to him... thinking it was Brandon...), who had asked why I was "MVP". Then, during the next play, our team had reached the goal line and I was blocked by two people. I was the closest to the thrower, so what I did was I spiraled around the first guy and shook up my actual guard, confusing them long enough for me to be open and barely catch the disc with my hand and knee, securing the point.

JT, who was on my team, yelled out, "Now that's why we call him MVP!"

It was dumb luck really... XD

Piper had played a few rounds. She was on the opposing team the first game, then we were both on the same team the second time around. When I was her guard, I felt like I had an advantage, partly because Piper was new to the game, partly because I figured out a system that didn't take away too much of my energy like the previous games. Back in the day, when I was one of the children in the streets playing basketball, I was basically the free thrower and the fake out player. Something about being "light on my feet" as one of Ruben's old friends had said... Which is true because I was shrimpy. XP

Jordan, one of the Choir folk, was also there. She was suitably another Piper on the field, so Piper and Jordan had switched out every once in awhile. We were all saying, you know later after the two games, that we did not notice how... full her water balloons were, if you catch my drift. She was talking to me before the game through Facebook and she was basically complaining about that. I guess that sort of thing does have it's disadvantages... And you know that's true when JT, the boob-man himself, notices. XP

After the games, we just sat in the grass, cooling off in the shade while JT and Shirtless Jeff played one-on-one Ultimate Frisbee. They were actually pretty good at it, only we kinda messed Jeff up by laughing too much. That and the only way he could get the frisbee from the "Jolly Green Giant" was to tackle him to the ground. Piper had taken quite a few pictures of them going at it. XP

BLAH and Jason had texted me, asking if I wanted to go clubbing with them. Personally, I didn't know what that would entail. All I would be doing was dancing, and I dance really awkwardly... I find that it tends to get sad to dance by yourself without at least 6 different people you felt comfortable enough with to dance around you. But I texted back, "Only if JT does it, he's my ride," being the indecisive person that I am.

JT, after Piper asked what we all should do, decided that we should just play Munchkin at his place. So, Difuentez, Piper, JT, Marshall, Bryn, and I ended up playing Munchkin in the gazebo in the backyard. It turned out to be a better suited plan then going clubbing, keeping it simple amongst relatively close personality types. XP

That one round of Epic Munchkin lasted 5 hours. No joke. So it got dark, cold, and windy real fast. It was a good thing that JT had set up a lighting system in the gazebo. JT and I really didn't plan for the cold, so JT ended up "molesting" Bryn, (which means that, with permission, he reached up Bryn's sweatshirt to keep his arms cold), and I ended up using Piper as a space heater, if space heaters were like bear hugs. Difuentez kinda stared at Piper for a bit, I could sense he was watching my hands more closely... All I can say is that I'm not as grabby as JT. XP

I ended up being a super super super bard-cleric with a self-cleaning, extra loud repeating crossbow crossbow crossbow... It gets really funny after awhile. Piper ended up winning the game, for once. :P

So I had fun. JT and Bryn drove me home at around 1:30 in the morning. His departing words, which I remembered for the blog title, were "It's an official name now, MVP!"

I'm not sure whether or not I should be flattered... Meh. It'll just end up being like my popular nickname now, Rabbiman: I'll get bothered by it for a day or two, then decide to let them have their fun and, hopefully, come to enjoy it once I find out that I really had nothing to be bothered about. XP