There comes a point in every “tomboy’s” life when she graduates from the world of competitive sports and enters the next phase of her life…the city rec league. Whether it’s softball, basketball…or even bowling, there’s often a Brett Favre-like inability to know when to hang up the sport-specific shoes. [Eventually…it just gives way to watching Monday night football…but it’s a process.]
So the other night I went to watch one of my friends play in the Over-40 city basketball championships, featuring…every female gym teacher you’ve ever had. [I think the number of knee braces outnumbered the # of knees.] I was especially impressed because the Over-40 championships immediately preceded the Over-80 (!) league championships. Do me a favor…if I’m still trying to play basketball at 80, will you immediately call the Death Panels?
I guess when you reach the Over 40 league…the game is 3-on-3 half-court. And the court at your local grade school gym is not even full size to begin with. One girl managed to play the entire game without moving six inches. Which seemed to match her cardio ambitions pretty well. But just to give you some idea of the brutality involved…the 75 s.f. court is policed by two referees. Honest to god, these girls don’t let the postage-stamp sized court stand in the way of clocking their allotted fouls. [And by fouls…I mean assault.]
They pretty much give up on team uniforms in the Over 40 league as well. Well actually…everyone has on a uniform shirt…they just don’t match. But while the uniforms are all different, the hair styles are the same. You know what I’m talking about…“Over 40” is apparently the Mullet Generation.
Except for my blog-reading friend, of course…she was the shining exception to every mullet, knee brace, foul-giving observation. =)
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