Yesterday afternoon J calls me up to ask me if I wanted to go to play whirlyball in her place that night. She had been offered the ticket free because she is a good member in standing.
I say what is whirlyball, and where is this going to be?
I then said yes, and took the directions down.
I had time to walk home, stopping for a Burger Shack burger along the route. One hour of walking = the fat in a burger shack burger... So it's all good.
I got home, phoned my Mum for her Birthday. Happy Birthday Mum! Then I drove off to play.
I got to the Rink and got cold feet, called J up and she tried to talk me into it... I was stuck in chicken mode, meeting all these new people, playing something I have never played.... I was chicken for about 5 minutes. I reminder myself how brave I have been so far and I walked into the Whirlyball entrance to Rinx. There were a bunch of friendly people there watching the game of whirlyball in progress. I talked to them, I watched, then I called J to tell her I was staying and not to wait up.
I was next to enter the court. With the tips on how to drive the bumper car one handed while trying to scoop up the ball with a scoop shaped racket, I joined the team of red. We battled the team of yellow. You ride around trying to get the ball in your scoop without using your other hand.
You shoot at a square board on one end of the court the same colour as your bumper car. You make 3 points for a bulleye and one point for hitting the board at all. It was a lesson in controlling the car first game, then improving the scooping and ball handling techniques for the subsequent games. Then you go for a drink after the game...